Front Cover
 Front Matter
 How Willy's ship came back
 The wreck of the "Markham"
 The vanderveer medal
 Anthony and the ancients
 A wonderful monster - the...
 Highly connected
 The miser Elf
 The naught fay
 The bumblebees
 Bravery half the battle
 Illustration : The study of...
 Decatur and Somers
 A little king with a long name
 Jack Ballister's fortunes
 Two school-houses and a shipwr...
 A troop of wolves after a deer
 Queer taste
 The way of the world
 The brownies through the union
 The Coyote
 Through the alphabet
 A little quaker
 Rhymes of the states
 The cat and rat that lived in an...
 Early and late
 Through the scissors
 The letter-box
 The riddle-box
 Back Matter

Title: St. Nicholas
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Language: English
Creator: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    How Willy's ship came back
        Page 931
        Page 932
        Page 933
        Page 934
        Page 935
        Page 936
        Page 937
    The wreck of the "Markham"
        Page 938
        Page 939
        Page 940
        Page 941
        Page 942
        Page 943
        Page 944
    The vanderveer medal
        Page 945
        Page 946
        Page 947
    Anthony and the ancients
        Page 948
        Page 949
        Page 950
        Page 951
        Page 952
    A wonderful monster - the walrus
        Page 953
        Page 954
        Page 955
        Page 956
        Page 957
        Page 958
        Page 959
    Highly connected
        Page 960
    The miser Elf
        Page 961
    The naught fay
        Page 962
    The bumblebees
        Page 963
        Page 964
    Bravery half the battle
        Page 964
    Illustration : The study of arithmetic
        Page 965
    Decatur and Somers
        Page 966
        Page 967
        Page 968
        Page 969
        Page 970
    A little king with a long name
        Page 971
        Page 972
        Page 973
        Page 974
        Page 975
        Page 976
    Jack Ballister's fortunes
        Page 977
        Page 978
        Page 979
        Page 980
        Page 981
        Page 982
        Page 983
        Page 984
        Page 985
    Two school-houses and a shipwreck
        Page 986
        Page 987
        Page 988
        Page 989
        Page 990
    A troop of wolves after a deer
        Page 991
        Page 992
        Page 993
    Queer taste
        Page 994
    The way of the world
        Page 995
    The brownies through the union
        Page 996
        Page 997
        Page 998
        Page 999
    The Coyote
        Page 1000
        Page 1001
        Page 1002
        Page 1003
    Through the alphabet
        Page 1004
    A little quaker
        Page 1004
        Page 1005
    Rhymes of the states
        Page 1006
        Page 1007
    The cat and rat that lived in an oven
        Page 1008
    Early and late
        Page 1009
    Through the scissors
        Page 1010
        Page 1011
    The letter-box
        Page 1012
        Page 1013
        Page 1014
    The riddle-box
        Page 1015
        Page 1016
        Page 1017
    Back Matter
        Page 1018
        Page 1019
        Page 1020
        Page 1021
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Copyright, 1894, by THE CENTURY Co. All rights reserved.


BY M. M. D.

Willy, our bonny sailor,
With a "Hi-ho/" and a "Heave away!"
Willy, our would-be whaler,
Oho, lads, ho. "

Ruddy of cheek and eager-eyed,
Willy, our sailor boy,.
Ship-builder he of a tiny craft,
Hear him, our whaler boy.:

" My, but the boat was a beauty!
A staver! A stunning toy;
And all by myself I built her!"
(Willy, our sailor boy.)

"She was n't more than a handful,
That, sir, I don't deny;
But she went on a voyage of wonder
And came back high and dry.

"She sailed from the pool like a good one
And then she slipped from sight,
Dipped, in a flash, and was gone, sir!"
(Willy, our midshipmite!)

"Then up she rose on a billow,
And sailed till I lost her track;
I waited, and waited, and waited,-
And how do you think she came back?"

Willy, our bonny sailor,
With a "Hi-ho and a "Heave away "

Willy, our would-be whaler,
Oho, lads, ho / "

"I heard a frisking and dashing,
Soft as the lightest spray,-
A tittering crowd came splashing
To the cool rock where I lay.

Up I sprang in a hurry.
Oh, but I saw a sight!
Six queer bright little faces,
Dripping, and merry with light.

"They were mermaids, as sure as I 'm living,
Bringing my boat to me,
That mite of a boat,-now I 'm giving
The story as straight as can be!

"They clung, their bright hair streaming,
Close to my rock, and laughed;
Now what makes you think I was dreaming ?
And why do you say I was daft?

"The boat,-where is it? you wonder?
Well, somehow, before I knew,
The mermaids and boat slipped under,
And hid in the waters blue."

Willy, our bonny sailor,
With a Hi-ho! and a "Heave away !"
Willy, our bold young whaler,
Oho, lads, ho.'""


No. II.



FOR years Betty had longed for an Angora
cat,-" A big woolly darling with a plumy tail,
and with gooseberry-green eyes like Miss Tip-
ping's! As she made this somewhat mislead-
ing exclamation, Betty's own pretty hazel eyes
were wont to sparkle with enthusiasm at the
recollection of Miss Tipping's peerless pet.
Privately, I thought these cats frowsy, haughty,
thankless creatures, always shedding their coats
freely over the household, and very fussy about
their food. But I was very fond of Betty, and
during all the eighteen years of her life, it had
been my secret yearning to gratify her with any-
thing in my power to procure, from horned
toads to white elephants.
The time for the Angora cat had now clearly
arrived. I was in Paris, just about starting
home to rejoin Betty at Mariner's Island, where
we had a little cottage. Cats are nowhere finer
nor more prized than in Paris, and with what
better present could I surprise Betty than with
one of these coveted Angoras ?
I betook myself to the Rue de Save, near
the Madeleine, a well-known quarter for use-
less and expensive quadrupeds of all sorts, and
after due care selected "Lucifer." He was
alone in a compartment of a large wire cage,
and seemed bored and unhappy. It was evi-
dently wearing upon his temper to listen to the
gibes and chattering of a lot of small parrots
and bullfinches just beyond his reach.
I poked a wheedling finger through Lucifer's
cage, at which overture he slowly got up,
yawned, and turned his back upon me. The
proprietor of the establishment laid hold of him
by his fluffy neck, and drew him out spluttering
and hissing, for my nearer inspection.
He is not at all m&chant; tres gentil, lrs
sage, as madame can see."
Lucifer reached forth and gave me a spiteful
slap with his paw, which I thought neither gen-
til nor sage-neither good-mannered nor kind.

"And the purest specimen of his kind," con-
tinued the man, overlooking this display of tem-
per-" if madame will but regard the tassels in
his ears and between his toes, sure sign of race;
and the rich quality of his fur-such depth and
thickness. Behold a cat that would adorn a
palace, and not yet four months old! Is it not
admirable, the rose tint of his ears, nose, and
the cushions on his feet-truly an adorable ani-
mal, and white as the driven snow when re-
moved from the dusty atmosphere of my poor
I was most struck by the large size of, Luci-
fer's feet, and the generally dirty, ragged look
of his coat, already "shedding" badly, as I
He certainly had a very handsome, bushy
tail, and the eyes that regarded me with such
disapproval were of the desired gooseberry-
green. I must admit that he was a fine big
fellow that did one credit, on the whole, and I
paid a price for him which I do not intend to
mention to anybody.
In due time we bade our French boarding-
house farewell, and started on the homeward
journey, Lucifer, in a large wicker cage, glaring
forth defiance at the noisy Parisian world.
"I don't envy you the care of that great
heavy cat on your long journey," my friend
said, consolingly.
I strove to smother my own private misgiv-
ings by murmuring to myself, It is for Betty's
During the Dover crossing, as I lay a limp
bundle of misery on the deck, an ancient mar-
iner whispered hoarsely in my ear, "That there
cat of yours, ma'am, is getting' a tidy soakin' wid
salt-water; a matter of half-a-crown or so would
cover him up fine and snug wid a. tarpaulin."
The cat-fancier in the Rue de Seve had as-
sured me that exposure to cold would make
Lucifer stone-deaf, and, conscience-stricken at


my neglect, I gave the mariner five shillings to
make the fine fellow comfortable. For the
remainder of the trip I consequently suffered
faint tortures of anxiety lest the old man in his
zeal had smothered Lucifer.
In London we alighted at Miss Nightingale's
boarding-house. This lady eyed my four-footed
companion with marked disapproval. I won-
dered if, because of her name, she had a natural
fear and aversion to all the feline tribe.
"I really cannot re-
ceive the cat, madam,
upon any terms," she
said with decision.
"Whatistobe done?"
I asked helplessly; "he
is not mine, and I am
responsible for his safety.
I should never, from my ,'~.
own choice, travel with
a valuable cat."
There is a veterinary
surgeon near by who
would doubtless take
him to board."
I drove to this ad-
dress, and cheerfully left
Lucifer for a few days,
relieved to know that
he was well cared for,
and at a distance.
The cat-doctor's name
was Peacock, and his
bill-on thick paper,
with a richly emblazoned -
professional crest," Miss
Nightingale to Doctor
Peacock, for care and
medical attendance of
Angora cat "- read like
an extract from a fairy
tale, till one came to the amount, which was
too solid to be the work of fairy fingers.
On board the ocean-steamer I consigned
Lucifer to the daily care of the butcher. He
already had quite a menagerie in charge:
monkeys, dogs, parrots, an Astrakhan lamb,
and many other guests, furred and feathered.
"Are you not afraid they will eat one another
up?" I asked timidly.


"Would n't wonder if they did, ma'am, if
their fares was n't paid," the butcher replied.
I took this as a delicate hint, and gave him a
At various New York hotels I was refused
admittance on account of Lucifer, and as there
seemed to be no Doctor Peacock conveniently
near, I decided to proceed at once to Mariner's
Island and Betty.
It was long in advance of the season, and a

very shabby little steamer plied between B-
and the island. Before embarking on this dingy
craft I noticed a procession of weather-beaten
old salts filing in and out of the cabin, and on
asking the cause was shown a paragraph in
that morning's paper which ran thus:

Miss N-, a guest at the Wilkie House last night,
has just arrived from Paris with a rare and very valuable


cat- a large and powerful animal with fierce expression,
long fur, and a tail like a fox. Miss N- embarks for
Mariner's Island on the Badger this afternoon.
I found Lucifer's cage bestrewn with tempt-
ing offerings of many kinds: fish, bits of meat,
catnip, and various straws and twigs used to
tickle him into some show of animation. One
old fellow, Captain Wobber, was specially inter-
ested in Lucifer's travels. "So that there cat
has been in them big cities across the sea. My
daughter Elmiry has been to foreign parts, too,
France, London, and England, a-lookin' up our
old ancestors-found 'em, too, and there 's
money behind 'em. Jest let me give him an-
other bite o' this eel; it seems to relish him
amazin'. So you 're goin' over to Mariner's
Island? I was over there once a snipein' it
[hunting snipe] with one o' Bill Tinker's boys.
Pretty nice place."
Courtesy seemed to require that I should
urge Captain Wobber to honor us with a visit
when next he came in quest of snipe.
"Thank you kindly, ma'am. I should be
pleased to come. Have you got any curiosi-
ties at Mariner's Island?"
Nothing but the natives," arose to my
lips in reply, but I withheld it as uncivil.
I have a shark's jaw; polished up it
would make a fine curiosity. I '11 bring it over
when I come. Wait a minute."
The old whaler hobbled away and returned
presently with a fine double petunia growing
in a tin can.
"Plant this, ma'am, in your garden over
there, and I '11 send you over a batch of clam-
shells to lay round the bed; clam-shells looks
very pretty in gardens."
As the Badger was just leaving the pier, a
dirty newspaper bundle landed with a great
clatter at my feet; it contained clams for Luci-
fer, and had been wafted thither by Captain
Wobber's still brawny arm. "Good-by, ma'am,
and good luck to you," he called. "I '11 come
sure to see you and the cat and the young lady,-
and I '11 not forget the clam-shells."
I devoutly hoped he would forget them, for
I knew how Betty would ridicule the idea of
such decorations. Dear old Wobber-the time
was coming when my gratitude would have
prompted me to set every one of his clam-shells

in gold could such a proceeding be of benefit
to him!
Of Betty's reception of Lucifer I will say
nothing except that her delight was ample
compensation for all the trials of my journey.
Lucifer's behavior when set at liberty was ex-
travagant in the extreme. He had never seen
grass, trees, nor any vegetation, and he made
wild clutches and plunges at the nodding daisies
and clover-tops, thinking them insects or possi-
bly the bullfinches and bengalines he longed to
catch in the Rue de Save. He climbed trees,
and not being used to such exercise, had to be
assisted down by Daniel (our one male retainer),
and a ladder. He peered into old women' bed-
room windows, frightening the aged occupants
stiff; slumbered on our warm bread; caught
snakes and brought them to the best rug in the
drawing-room; and in local description he soon
became as large as a full-grown sheep.
With the approach of bedtime Lucifer al-
ways seemed afflicted with deafness, and Daniel
was constrained to take the lantern and search
for him for an hour or more over the adjacent
country, usually finding him close at hand, sit-
ting with a bland expression of countenance on
the pansies in my window-box. In secret I ad-
mired deeply Daniel's patience and forbear-
ance with Lucifer. He cared for him well; spent
hours on his knees picking Angora hairs off the
rugs and cushions; put him in the way of the
most likely grasshoppers; fished for him; worked
hours over the cultivation of catnip; and threw
gallons of water on any dog invading the prem-
ises. In fact, Daniel seemed to have no faults,
in my opinion, unless over-vanity in our new
wheelbarrow might be cited against him.
Whenever the whistle of the Badger sounded
from afar (and often when there was no sound,
Betty declared), Daniel would seize upon this
humble vehicle-painted blue, and a very neat
thing in wheelbarrows, I thought, though Betty
said I had paid far too much for it-and
would trudge off to the dock, saying, There
might be something for ye's, ma'am, aboard the
boat. I '11 not be gone long."
"Daniel is a great humbug," quoth Betty;
She never has anything to bring home but old
Wobber's smelly clam-shells. Whenever he is
tired of weeding the tomato-bed, the Badger


calls him like a siren. If you wish the garden
to flourish, you must really dispose of the
wheelbarrow. By the way, whatever are we
to do about those hateful clam-shells if Captain
Wobber makes us that promised visit? There
is quite a mountain of them behind the barn
now. It would break his heart not to see them
adorning the flower-beds-the hideous things!
But perhaps the visit will never come off."
Hannah, our cook, was not so patient with
Betty's pet; when he jumped upon her, she
would emit a blood-curdling whoop, quite re-
gardless of time and season; and when she
believed herself unheard, would address him
in a way far from complimentary. "Yes, Mr.
Loose Fur; yer name is the only right thing
about ye. It's sick and tired I am entirely of
pickin' yer long hairs out of me victuals, and off
the ironin' blanket and me starched clothes,
and whatever ye sees fit to lay yer big carcass
upon. Bad cesss to a cat wid feet on him big
as a wolf, trampin' in over me clean tablecloth
just laid!"
With such an undercurrent of feeling, the
outbreak that came before long was only to be
expected. Hannah left us suddenly, declaring,
with considerable warmth, "that she was n't
goin' to stay in no house where they let their
foolish-lookin' furrin cat sleep a whole night on
a poor workin'-woman's Sunday bonnet; no, she
was n't !"-and Betty and I washed the dishes
with heavy hearts. Lucifer, the culprit, sprang
into my lap with special signs of affection, to
which I made unfelt response, Betty's eyes
being upon me. She was extravagantly fond
of our household tyrant; little I suspected then
that the time was near when I, too, would be-
lieve that the claw of ocean's best lobster, or
the breast of the season's fattest quail, was none
too good for Lucifer.
Captain Wobber sent this to the lady, and
he 's a-comin' over to-morrow to see the cat,
so Pat, the deckhand of the Badger said,"
said Tommy Vicks, our milk-boy, to Daniel a
few days later.
The token sent on this occasion was a bottle
of blood-purifier, compounded by the captain's
own hands and enveloped in a sticky news-
paper. Our joy in this new testimony of regard
was overset by Betty's exclamation, Oh, those

unlucky clam-shells! They will have to be set
out after all."
"Perhaps Pat is mistaken," said I.
I '11 just take the wheelbarrow and go
down to the dock to make sure. I '11 not be
long gone," Daniel replied. He returned before
sundown with conflicting rumors about Captain
Wobber's movements. He might be a-comin',
and then again he might n't," was all the
satisfaction to be gleaned from Patrick of the
Daniel, you had better attend to the clam-
shells at once," I said, ruefully.
No; he shall not till it is really necessary,"
cried Betty, with decision. "Daniel must meet
the Badger in the morning, of course, and if
Captain Wobber is on board he can signal to
me with a big white silk handkerchief I have
up-stairs. From my balcony I can manage
with an opera-glass to see what goes on at the
dock. There would be time then for us to
make the clam-shell border before they could
arrive here."
Fully an hour before the time, the next morn-
ing, Daniel tore himself away from his work
in the vegetable garden, and started down to
the dock with the wheelbarrow. Matilda, Han-
nah's successor, had in the mean time been
set to work at the menu we deemed suitable
for our guest.
"Shure they 're for feedin' up the old tar as
if he was just off a month's shipwreck! mut-
tered Matilda to the double-boiler, while I
pretended not to hear.
Betty, on the alert for the Badger's whistle,
flew up to her little balcony the moment she
heard its shrill call over the water.
"Yes, I see something white waving; it is
n't very distinct at this distance, but it surely
must be Daniel's signal. Old Wobber has
come, and now for those hideous clam-shells;
there is no longer any escape."
With breathless energy, for the time was
short, we fell to laying a girdle of shells around
each flower-bed. Lucifer, with his usual lofty
carriage of tail, and air of being always warmly
welcome, hovered near, daintily sniffing at our
decorative border.
"To you, Lucifer, we owe the pleasure of
this visit, and most of our other troubles. Oh,



who in their sane senses would buy and keep a
costly, noticeable cat!" I grumbled to myself
as I hovered over the borders of the garden-
beds, and resentfully hammered away at the
unsavory shells.
Betty drove hers home with a spiteful grind
of her heel.
"Such hard work, and all to make the place
look like the entrance to a sailor's garden! she
grumnbled to herself, herface rcirletfrnm exertion
It was barely itii ,-li',- wil,eIi ire heird a
fitin li.ir rattle n-'ir rt h.,inA, and p.,es-*'
eniiv the blIue blelbjrro" ap-
pearrd *i\er the .br.'r: of th- !i-ill;
tieri camel Daniel, btr .: tlie
v. eather-beatet-n M.-te "il
and b.tggy tr:ouurs
of our gallant
captain. i-_",

there o r.Sc.
vi:'i'i Io trace... ^ '.'

.. \\here is Captain Wobber,
He did n't come, Miss."
"Then why did you wave the signal?"
I did n't wave no signal, Miss."
"But I certainly saw something white wav-
ing down at the dock."
"Nothing of the kind down there, Miss, unless
it was the tail of Barney's old white mare. She
did be a-switchin' it powerful ag'in' the flies; a
slap she give me across the face, Miss, recalls
it to me mind. I have in me wheelbarrow,
Miss, another batch of clam-shells, wid the
compliments of -"
Daniel, throw those disgusting things to
the bottom of the sea, and never let me see
another one about the place!" said Betty, with
a fire in her eye that bespoke danger to the
Turning to dash into the house, she tripped

over Lucifer. "Get out of the way, you tire-
some cat. You, and you only, are at the bot-
tom of all this foolishness!" she cried, lifting
him upon one foot, and with a swing landing
him all a-sprawl in the pansy-bed, to his great
surprise and anger.
SHe shook out his ruffled plumage to the best
of his ability, and betook himself to soothing
slumber on Betty's
liiht India silk,
whicii the

"^ ^^^^; I-oped
was out of
CAPTAIN WOBBER. his reach in a
box on a high shelf.
Daniel and I gazed at each other awe-
stricken-never before had breath of blame
been allowed to come nigh Lucifer in Betty's
presence. Daniel yoked himself to the wheel-
barrow with a sigh, and I, apprehensive of the
result, went into the kitchen to soothe Matilda's
upset feelings.
As if in punishment for fretting at trifles,
a real, grave trouble cast its shadow over
our household a few days later. Betty fell
ill, seriously ill, with symptoms alarmingly
like those of a young girl who had re-
cently died on the island, and whom Betty
had visited before we knew the danger. I
sent Daniel with urgent summons for the doc-
tor, but he returned with the discouraging
news that the Badger was laid up for repairs





at B., and could not make her trips for the
But, Daniel, I would give any price for a
sail-boat to cross over and bring Dr. S- ."
I know that, ma'am, and I 've been to every
fisherman alongshore, but they 're all out for the
day, and half the night too, for matter o' that, ex-
cept Fitch, and he 's laid up with a broken arm."
And my darling Betty hovering on the brink
of a mortal illness! I cried in despair. "Oh,
why do people ever risk their lives on a remote
island, out of reach of a doctor!" I hardly
knew what I said or did, and Betty seemed to
grow steadily worse.
As I stood for a few moments on the ver-
anda, staring stupidly out on the imprisoning
water, Daniel came softly over the grass, with
a look of suppressed joy on his plain, kindly
"What is it, Dan ? I asked, with a lighten-
ing of iny heavy heart.
Captain Wobber is here, ma'am."
Oh, Daniel! -and with his boat."
"Yes, ma'am, the 'Water Witch'; and he
My old joints would have to be a deal
stiffer than they are afore I 'd refuse to turn
round and fetch the doctor for the young
lady," interrupted the old seaman, shuffling
forward with a suspicious moisture in his dim
old eyes. "I lost a pretty daughter once
o' that age, and I know what a blank their goin'
I took that old man by the hand and kissed
him then and there, and am not ashamed to
confess it.
"Jest you look after the little feller, ma'am-
my grandson. I brought him over to see the
furrin' cat, and afore you have time to fret
much more I '11 be back with the doctor."
There was a shy little boy hovering about
the kitchen door; and for the remainder of his
stay no young prince was ever more faithfully
tended than this scion of the house of Wobber.
"The Water Witch is a-shovin' her nose


round the point, ma'am," called Daniel from
his watch-tower on the roof of the barn, where
he had spent most of his time since the old
captain's departure; and he clattered down and
sped like a deer across hill and dale to meet
the returning little craft.
As the lighthouses began to blink their bright
eyes through the dusk, Doctor S- stood at
Betty's bedside.
Soon after midnight he said to me, "You sent
for me in the nick of time, madam."
"Then my darling will not follow in the foot-
steps of poor Molly Hicks?"
"There is no danger now, I am convinced;
the fever has abated, and I think another week
will find your young friend as well as ever. If
I had come twelve hours later, I fear there
would have been a very different tale to tell."
Not wishing to make a spectacle of myself
sobbing like a school-girl, and for pure joy, I
retreated to the veranda. There I found our
heaven-sent friend Captain Wobber-nobody
seemed to think of going to bed that night-
puffing away contentedly at his pipe.
"A purty trimmin' they makes to the flower-
beds, does n't they, ma'am? I knew you would
like them."
The clam-shells gleamed bravely in the
moonbeams, and, even at this crisis, I was
glad the old captain took pleasure in seeing
them in use.
"But you must n't thank me entirely, ma'am,
for being on hand to fetch the doctor. That
there feller a-settin' by the honeysuckle, a-
lickin' his whiskers and blinkin' at the moon,
ought to come in for a share. It was nothing
in the world but my little Tommy's hankerin' for
a sight of that cat fetched me over to-day."
Blessings on you, Lucifer! You shall drink
your cream out of my best bonnet hereafter, if
you wish!" And I drew the great woolly fellow
toward me with an embrace that filled my
mouth freely with hair.
From that time I have been more foolishly
fond of Lucifer than even Betty is.

(A T-re Story of the Nantucket Shoals.)


"So you want to hear my roughest expe-
rience in saving lives from wrecks. Well, there
are a good many stories of hard pulls and nar-
row escapes I might tell of, but I think the
'Markham' scrape was the closest call we ever
had. For over twenty hours it was a struggle
between life and death, and I hardly like to go
back and think of it. However, it may help a
city man like you to understand our life here,
watching in the storms for vessels in distress
along this dangerous coast, and going out in
the boat to rescue the poor fellows aboard; so
draw your chair up closer to the fire and I
will spin the yar for you."
The speaker was a grand specimen of manly
vigor, the keeper of one of the Nantucket Life-
saving Stations,-a man six feet four in height,
broad-shouldered, muscular, with a fearless eye,
and a weather-beaten face,- a man whose form
and bearing revealed the born hero, however
modest his words. I was to spend the night
at the station, and now, supper having been
eaten, and two of the coast patrol having
started out, the keeper and four of his surfmen,
hardy, athletic fellows, sat around the blazing
fire of driftwood, chatting quietly of their ad-
ventures. At last the captain thawed out from
his reserve and began his story.

The affair happened a year ago this Janu-
ary, during a spell of terribly cold and heavy
weather. For two or three days a fierce north-
wester had been blowing. At daybreak that
morning the keeper of Sankaty Light, six miles
down the shore, telephoned up to me that he
had seen torches burned the evening before
directly out to sea; and I asked him to look
out sharp for a wreck as soon as light came.
Just after sunrise he telephoned again that he
could see a three-masted schooner stranded on
a shoal about six or seven miles to the east-
ward, and apparently all out of water. He

was deceived as to the distance by the early
eastern light, for it afterward proved that she
was twelve miles away from the lighthouse.
We could see nothing of the vessel from our
lookout, and could not have seen her even in
clear weather, for she was off on Great Rip
shoal, formerly known as the Rose and Crown,
about sixteen miles southeast from our station.
We went five miles toward her before we got
a glimpse of her masts. But to begin at the
As soon as I received word of the wreck, I
hurried the men down to breakfast, and, while
they were eating, I sized up the chances of our
going out in the gale and getting back.
First I felt sure that the vessel must be out
on Great Rip, double the distance reported, as
there was nothing else I knew of which would
heave her up so out of water. The sky was
hard, black, and doubtful; the sea was ugly
and rough, and the bad weather must hold on a
good while longer. Snow-squalls had occurred
in the night, and might occur again. Three of
my regular crew of six surfmen were away sick
with the grippe, and their places had been
taken by men of little experience and lacking
in weight and strength. I well knew it was a
big risk to go out so far, and yet it was no
satisfaction to me that on account of the dis-
tance the government could not blame me if
I did not go. So I weighed well the chances
for and against. I thoifght that if the crew of
the schooner, or any of them, had lived through
that bitter night, there was little hope of a
passing vessel saving them,-for captains kept
far to the eastward of the shoal; so if they
were to be rescued, it must be from our station,
should I choose to take the risk. But could
we get back to shore in the teeth of a wind
blowing now and then thirty and fifty miles
an hour? Even if we could make headway
against it, some great wave might swamp us,

especially if heavily loaded with the rescued
crew. Could we get back? was the question.
It was hard to decide, I can tell you. If I did
not go, some of my fellow-men, possibly out
there and yet alive, would certainly perish;
their wives would be made widows, their chil-
dren lose protectors, and fathers, mothers, sis-
ters suffer grief. Yet to go might mean death
for ourselves, and sorrow for our dear ones. I
had recently married, and my little wife and
my old mother needed my support and love.
All this flashed through my head faster than
I can talk it. But think as I would, I could n't
get over the thought of the wrecked crew out
there on the shoal, and by the time breakfast
was finished my mind was made up to go, and
I told the boys to dress warm and start. I
decided to try it with the surf-boat rather than
take the heavy life-boat, which would be harder
to row back against the gale, and, as it proved,
I made the right choice. Still the surf-boat,
you know, is only a large dory, twenty-three
feet long, likely to be swamped, especially if
heavily loaded, whereas
the life-boat gives plenty 2- A
of room and is more ........
stable. But I knew we '
could not pull her back, .- ,a
so I took the surf-boat. .
We hitched our horses ;-
on to the boat-carriage .i:.
and quickly crossed over "
to the outside beach,
launched the boat into
the surf, and were off by '-
eight o'clock for our
perilous trip. I forgot
to tell you that before
leaving the station, I
telephoned over to town MAP SHOWING COURSE
to have a steam-tug
telegraphed for, and, if one could be found
anywhere on Vineyard Sound, to have it come
out and meet us. It was not at all certain
that one would be found in harbor, and I
took the chances it might not. As I learned
afterward, they did catch one at Vineyard
Haven, and it went out around Gay Head, and
five miles out to sea, but the captain either saw
nothing of a wreck or did n't dare to go farther,


thinking he could not get back, so turned and
went home.
I ordered the mast and sail put up, and we
drove rapidly toward the shoal where I sup-
posed the wreck to be. We found the compass
out of order and useless, but would n't let that
turn us back. I thought if it came to the worst,
we could take a northern tide, and get to one
of the light-ships which lay up toward Cape
Cod and be taken aboard.
After running five miles southeasterly, we
made out to see her masts away off on the
horizon, over ten miles away! Should we keep
on and risk the return? A little lifting of the
clouds in the northwest seemed an answer, and
we let her drive on. Wind and tide were in
our favor, and in three hours from starting, or
at eleven o'clock, we drew near. Now we saw
men clinging to the fore-rigging, and at last
counted seven in all.
The sea was breaking on and over the vessel
terribly, both under the bow and stem and on
the ocean side. She was now filling, for her

bow was nearly gone, and she had tipped land-
ward so her bulwarks were level with the
The heavy swell and its fierce rebound made
it impossible to go alongside to take off the
crew; for if our boat had been thrown on the
bulwarks, she would have been smashed like an
egg-shell. The men in the rigging were stiff
with the cold, and so nearly exhausted by their




fifteen hours in the blinding spray, that we knew
that we must work fast if we would save them.
So, at a good distance from the wreck, I
ordered the anchor let go, the sail and mast
taken down, and the oars put out; and then

As they hauled us nearer, I shouted, reasoned,
and threatened, but in vain. They had lost all
judgment. So I passed the long boat-knife up
to the bow oarsman, and hollered to the vessel
that, if they hauled another foot, I should order


we backed and drifted stern foremost toward
the vessel, I using the steering-oar.
The northern tide, which had now begun to
flow, swept us in toward the wreck; and, after
three or four attempts, I managed with a heav-
ing-stick* to throw a line into the fore-rigging
where the men clung. I told them to tie on a
heavier line which dangled near them, and
which I directed to be cut clear. This they
did, and we pulled their line to our boat and
fastened it under a thwart near the bow.
Now occurred something which always hap-
pens with men brought so near death as they.
The poor fellows were nearly crazy from expos-
ure and the prospect of rescue. They began
pulling on the line to bring our boat close
alongside so that they could jump in. They
could not realize that their lives, and ours also,
depended on keeping the boat at a safe dis-
tance from the vessel.

the line cut, and would leave them to their
fate, unless they quickly did as I told them.
They looked at the knife in my man's uplifted
hand, and then at me, and knew I meant what
I said, and stopped pulling. I ordered them
to tie the line fast and wait. They were now
under more control, and yet, to avoid the dan-
ger of a scramble which might either upset the
boat or cause the loss of one of their lives,
I ordered them up the rigging, telling them I
should take them one at a time, the weakest
first; that if they made a rush, I would order
the line cut which held us to the vessel and
wait till they could obey orders if I had to lay
there till night. My firm speech and manner
calmed them, and they fell back. Then I
threw another line, and told them to make a
running bowline knot in it and put it around a
certain man under his arms; then to wait for
my word to push him toward us. I swung the

* A stout piece of wood to which a rope may be attached, and with which it can be hurled to a distance.



boat in with my oar, two of my men holding
the line which was tied around the man,
and another one ready to ease off the line
which held us to the vessel. Then, when
a great swell lifted us toward the vessel,
I gave the word; and, pushed and pulled, the
man came flying through the air right into the
boat, yet caught and stopped by our waiting
arms. I pointed out the next man, and we got
him the same way, and so on in turn till all
were landed in the boat. Though it was a long
jump, yet by careful waiting for the right swell,
and by quick jerking on the line at the exact
moment, six of them were taken without touching
the water. The other man missed the boat, but
came, a second later, rolling over the gunwale
like a great fish, so great was the force of his
jump and our pull. The captain was the last man
to leave his vessel; he was made of good stuff.
After we got ashore and he could talk, he

with pickled fish and laths, a cargo worth
twenty-five thousand dollars. He was sole
owner of the vessel, only six months built, and
not much insured. It was the only trip in her
on which he had not taken his wife and child,
who, if on board that awful night, must have
been either washed off or frozen to death.
When the vessel struck, he knew how hope-
lessly they were placed, but decided to try a
bright torch, which might be seen by some
passing vessel. So he ordered the dazed crew
to get an empty kerosene-barrel, knock in its
head, and place it on the after-house. Then
putting some old newspapers in it, he lighted
them, and the oil which had soaked into the
wood flamed up high and bright. At any rate,
those rays of light traveled across the dark
waters into the lighthouse-keeper's eyes twelve
miles away, and his voice traveling along a
telephone wire next morning had started us out


told us how his vessel had been blown on the
shoal in a heavy squall about seven o'clock the
evening before. He had lost his reckoning in
the thick weather, and thought he was far to
the eastward. His vessel was the H. P.
Markham, bound from Halifax to New York

to save them. Life hangs on small threads
sometimes, you see. You will scarcely believe
it, but when the captain saw us approaching,
he felt only sorry that we had come out. He
said he told his mate, "Too bad, too bad;
seven more men to die, sure! They can never


get back in this gale alone, or with us in the
boat. We are nearly dead, anyway. Brave
fellows, but why did they come? Too bad,
too bad; fourteen to die instead of seven! "
How did it come out, you ask? Let 's see;
where was I? Oh, we had just got the poor
fellows all off into the boat. We had been
twenty minutes about it, held from dashing
against the vessel by our anchor and a rope no
bigger than my thumb. It was a ticklish place
and a ticklish job while it lasted, but our trou-
bles had only just begun. There we were in an
open boat out of sight of land, likely to be car-
ried on to the shoal or off to sea, when we took
up anchor. We hove up the anchor, though,
for the pull in, and now the men strained at the
oars so as to clear the vessel and the shoal.
Both wind and tide were setting us on the awful
breakers. It was only by the most desperate
efforts that we succeeded in keeping off and
clearing the northern end of the shoal. For
two and a half hours we strained every nerve,
but were only a mile away from the wreck, yet
not a bit farther toward shore.
While nearest the breakers, and when the
issue was doubtful, the mast and sail, which,
lying on thwarts, bothered the oarsmen, were
by my orders thrown overboard, and we rode a
little lighter. Still we were all the time in great
danger of being swamped by some big wave
rolling in upon us, unless we could head the
boat to it just right. I stood in the stern all
through the twenty-three hours before we got
ashore, holding the steering-oar, fearing to drop
it lest some sudden yawl of the boat would end
us forever. As the men were getting exhausted,
and we had gained nothing, we threw the
anchor over, and, with the shoal a little way to
the southeast, lay there from two o'clock till
sunset, at five. Only a few strands of hemp and
the fluke of a small anchor, my friend, kept
us from going into the open sea and watery
At dark the southern tide commenced to
run, and I ordered the anchor up and started
again; with the hope that the tide would set us
a little in toward shore, provided we could by
hard rowing hold the bow up to the wind and
prevent the boat from going astern. We worked
hard and gained a little, but by nine o'clock

the tide was done, and in half an hour or an
hour afterward, we again anchored, and lay
through the northern tide, or till three o'clock
the next morning. Oh, that night! Those five
hours seemed like weeks. It was pitch dark,
the wind increasing in force, and the air bitter
cold. Most of the rescued crew, after being
got on board, had lain in the bottom of the
boat like so many logs. They were numb with
cold, soaked through with salt spray, faint from
hunger and lack of sleep, and so exhausted and
indifferent that they would not eat the little
bread we had thrown aboard our boat at
Their black cook, who was asleep in his bunk
when the vessel struck, had on merely a calico
shirt and his trousers. Before we reached land,
the back of that shirt was covered four inches
thick with ice from the water which dashed
upon him while rowing; for he was a brave fel-
low, and worked at the oars for many hours
during the tough pulls for shore. During those
times, I had made all I could persuade man the
oars by telling them that, though they had got
clear of the vessel, they were by no means
saved, and, unless they helped, we would never
get in, but all die in the boat. Some. I could do
nothing with, as they seemed to have lost all
hope of life. One man sat on the midship
thwart like a stone image. In vain I pleaded
and threatened. He would not stir. I told
him he would freeze to death; that though he
had no strength to help us on, the exercise of
pulling would start his blood and keep him
alive. His only reply was a shake of the head
and I can't be any colder." Poor fellow! The
next day, when we got him ashore, his feet
were found frozen, and they swelled to twice
their natural size. The captain, since sunset, lay
near me, crouched up under the steering-oar.
It was all I could do to hold the boat head on,
and the oar thrashed so that I could n't prevent
its striking the captain as he rolled around.
The boat was so heavily loaded that it was
deep in the water, and when we settled in the
hollow of the seas, the water gushed up through
the center-board box, and our lives depended
on constant bailing; I kept the poor fellows
hard at it with buckets, yet it took my utmost
efforts to keep them to work. I told them we



should soon sink if they did not bail, but that
had little effect, so I fairly forced them.
They were now inclined to go to sleep, and
we had to arouse them continually to keep
them awake. But, badly off as they were, it
was lucky they were with us and not on the
vessel, because, half an hour after we left her,
the masts fell and the sea around was strewn
with wreckage.
About midnight the thing I most feared
happened. One of my surfmen, a little, light
fellow named Jenkins, began to give out.
While alongside the wreck, two great seas,
coming from different directions, had met, and
shooting up into the air, had dashed upon
him, soaking him through and through. He
was crying every now and then, Oh, I never
was so cold in my life." He soon lay down,
and, in spite of our efforts to the contrary, went
to sleep. A fatal sleep; for the exposure of
that trip in the boat caused his death last June.
Jenkins was the sole support At an old and
widowed mother, but, as he did nMt lose his life
at the time of the rescue, she will get nothing
from the government as the law reads.
While Jenkins was so sick, one of the rescued
crew was taken with cramps, and his moans
were pitiful to hear. All this was rather dis-
couraging, but not one of my crew winced.
They were heroes every one. They knew the
peril we were in. To show you how coolly
they took it, I remember that one of them, after
watching the condition of things for an hour
after we anchored at ten o'clock, said, "I don't
see as I am of much account about this time,"
and, taking a bucket, squatted on it in the
bottom of the boat and went sound asleep.
Another of my men, after arranging as com-
fortably as he could some heavy coats and
tarpaulin about the little fellow who was sick,
hauled a coat over his own head and went to
sleep also.
Did I sleep? Well, you can believe I did n't.
I felt that the lives of all depended on my
watchfulness and decisions. But I have n't told
you that about ten o'clock that night, from the
constant straining of my sight against such a
wind and spray, my left eye, after two hours
of severe pain, gave out entirely. It did n't

recover its sight until the next day after our
return, when sleep seemed to cure the trouble.
When my eye gave out, knowing how much
depended on my seeing and directing, I was
quite disheartened; but, as I had determined
to save all hands if I could, I just braced
myself the harder and pulled through. A man
thinks pretty fast in a tight place like that,
and I don't care to go through it but once.
At three next morning, the southern tide
again made, and we got under way and worked
slowly toward shore. It was still dark, and
two bad shoals, Bass Rip and Old Man's, lay
somewhere ahead. We might run upon them
before we knew it and be lost, or a kind Prov-
idence might guide us to one side or over them
in some deep enough place. How we got by
Bass Rip we never shall know, but we either
went north of it or through one of its slues.* It
was anxiouS work, but we rowed on. The
only guide we had that long,'dreary night was
the flash of Sankaty Light, which, when we
started from our last anchorage, was scarcely
visible, but -which grew brighter and brighter as
we went on. Our hopes grew with its welcome
flash, and daylight found us encouraged.
Still we were far from shore, and made slow
progress. The men were nearly worn out, and
could not row much longer. The wind, as we
neared the shore, moderated a little, or we
should have been obliged to anchor to prevent
our being carried by the tide on to Old Man's
Shoal, or out by it southerly to sea. Fortu-
nately, we could now gain a good deal toward
shore. As we drew slowly in, the people gath-
ered on the bluffs and beach to watch us.
Soon willing hands had caught our warp and
carried it up the sands, and were hauling us in
over the surf.
We were on land at last and all alive, and I
can tell you we were glad of it. The kind
people of the little village soon had us in their
houses, and our frozen clothing was removed.
We were quickly put into warm beds, and
could hardly stay awake long enough to drink
hot soup or gruel.
When I awoke, I found my wife at the bed-
side. She had been wildly anxious all the
while, and had had little hope of our return.

* Channels through a shoal. A sailors' word.



She had gone down the six miles to Sankaty
Light and stayed all night with the keeper and
his wife, watching and waiting. Their kindness
to her in her distress she says she can never
Well, she was glad to see me and I to see
her, and I could not blame her tears. Life is
worth living, and the worst or the best of us

States Inspector at Boston got hold of our story
and told the superintendent of the service that
something ought to be done for us. So a lot
of gold medals have been obtained from the
Treasury Department, and the inspector now
has them. He is coming down some day this
month, to have them presented with a good
deal of speech-making in the church.


will make a struggle to hold on to it while there
is the faintest hope.
As we had landed nearly eight miles south
of our station, we sent for our horses and the
boat-carriage before we went to sleep. It was
ten o'clock in the forenoon then, and by the
middle of the afternoon we started to return to
our station; and by five o'clock were back there
after an absence of thirty-three hours, twenty-six
of which were spent in the open boat.
After supper, I told the boys to go on patrol
again as usual. I suppose you know the fuss
they are planning to make in Nantucket town
over this scrape of ours. No ? Well, the United

I am sorry that little Jenkins won't be there.
His medal will be given to his old mother, and
she will .prize it, I can tell you. Yes, we 're
glad enough to take our medals, but you may
believe we did n't have time to think of such
things when we were in the scrape a year ago.
What became of the captain and his crew?
As soon as they were able to travel, they were
sent home to Halifax by the good people over,
in town, who raised a snug sum of money for
them and started them off in good shape.
Well, it's time to turn in, boys.
Good night, friend. Yes, I will show you
that surf-boat in the morning.




OF the Thurston Academy girls, Maggy Grant,
with her uncommon brightness and "cute"
ways, and Olive Atwater, with her pretty face
and unmistakable evidences of belonging to one
of the richest families in town, were two of the
best liked. Everything they did was interest-
ing, somehow, and the affair of the Vanderveer
medal was particularly so.
Of course everybody knew that Maggy Grant
could take the medal if she wanted it, and
everybody was right. She let twenty-eight dis-
appointed girls examine it, in the cloak-room
after school, listened smilingly to their bursts of
admiration, and bore it home with triumph.
"It 's the Vanderveer medal," she an-
nounced, in the midst of the family. "Mrs.
Vanderveer visited the school last month--the
very rich lady, you know, who goes to'Europe
so much-and she noticed particularly the girls
of the two higher grades; I suppose we 're un-
usually handsome or something. Anyhow, she
had this lovely gold medal made, and sent to
Miss Suffel to be competed for by us girls in
any way Miss Suffel should decide upon. And
Miss Suffel, dear thing 1 decided to give it every
month, to wear till the next month, to the girl
who is first in mathematics.
Maggy laughed gleefully. Her easy prowess
in mathematics was well known.
Urn-m," said her father. "If it had been
Latin, now, or French, even-um!" .
"If it had been," said Maggy, with a little
shrug for her elder sister Ada's benefit, Olive
Atwater would stand a chance for it. But
algebra! -why, the other day she let x equal a
known quantity."
You will be taken for some royal personage
when you wear this thing," said her bantering
father. "You '11 have people bowing and
salaaming to you."
"You seem to dislike Olive Atwater," Ada
said to her lively sister, later.
Maggy turned upon her a wide gaze.
VoL. XXI.--19.

",Why, of course. Did n't you know it?
We hardly speak to each other."
"Maggy !"
"Well, we don't," said Maggy, carelessly.
"I know she has always looked down on me,
rather, because she 's richer, and--oh, that
is n't all. I 'd like to know if she asked me to
her party ? If she did, I've forgotten it."
"You had given yours, you know, without
asking her."
Mine was just a candy-pull, and she had
almost every girl I know. No, indeed, Sis; I
don't like Olive Atwater." Maggy schot-
tisched to the piano and plunged into some-
thing, loudly; but Ada made herself heard
above the racket. "It's all ridiculous school-
girly moonshine," she said, "and you ought to
be shaken."
The Vanderveer medal went to Maggy
Grant the next month, and yet again the third
time. The clever recipient accepted the honor
with gay nonchalance, and wore the pretty
ornament everywhere and in an ingenious
variety of ways-as a brooch, as a clasp at her
slender waist, on a ribbon round her neck, and
even in her dark hair. Everywhere it was
admired and talked about. The twenty-eight
unsuccessful girls were good-natured about it,
though they declared openly that they were
"digging for that medal, and that they would
just simply "give their heads" for it. All but
Olive Atwater; she was apparently indifferent.
But one afternoon when Maggy was putting on
her "things" in the cloak-room, she heard
Olive talking to Martha Todd, in the next
alcove, with an earnestness quite intense.
"Everybody knows about it, you see," she
said; "it's getting celebrated. And then, Mrs.
Vanderveer gave it, and she 's such an old
friend of ours, and she '11 be certain to ask if I
have taken it, and she '11 think I 'm a block-
head, so Mama says; and altogether they are all
awfully anxious for me to take it, just once any-


how; and they don't see why I can't. And
Papa has promised me a new' silver-mounted
saddle, if I do. And I 'd just give anything if
I could!" said Olive, desperately. Maggy
pinned on her hat with a cool little smile. She
would not have admitted it to herself, but the
Vanderveer medal had immediately a new
value for her.
At dinner that night her mother said sud-
denly, "Where's the medal? "
"Is n't it there ?" Maggy cried, feeling at
her throat. It was not there, nor anywhere in
sight; it was gone. Maggy's careless ways
were well known, so nobody was astonished.
"But I know just where I lost it," she in-
sisted. "The hook is off at the neck of my
jacket, and I was going to pin it together with
the medal, and I laid it down on a chair in the
cloak-room while I put my jacket on, and then
forgot it. I '11 find it to-morrow."
But she did not find it. It was not where
she had left it, and nobody had seen it- neither
the janitor, who was invincibly honest, nor any
of the girls. It was a mystery; but Maggy,
impetuous ever, and excited over the loss, told
herself indignantly that she knew what had
become of it. Olive Atwater had wanted it
exceedingly, because it meant to her a silver-
mounted saddle; and if she had chanced to see
it last night where Maggy had left it, and had
taken it home and shown it as though she had
won it, she would get the saddle. In the first
heat of indignation which the notion caused her,
and before reason had had time to assert itself,
Maggy spoke her suspicion to Martha Todd,
and Martha whispered it to somebody else, and
it came to Olive Atwater's ears; and the next
day she passed Maggy with her head high and
her fair face aflame, and without looking at her.
Thereafter their enmity was serious and open,
and they did not "speak," and the other girls
had to consider whether they would be friends
of Maggy Grant or of Olive Atwater, because
they could not well be friends of both.
As to the lost medal, of course Maggy had
to replace it. She went to the jeweler who had
made it, and found that its cost had been
twelve dollars; and she took the information
home. Her father, after a few tantalizing cofn-
ments, presented her with a ten-dollar bill.

"I guess two dollars' worth of experience will
last you till the next time," he said.
Her brother Frank ironically contributed ten
cents. "You don't intend to go on taking the
thing, do you ?" he said. "You 've demon-
strated to an awe-stricken populace that
you know more about figures than anybody
since Archimedes, and you 'd better give some-
body else a show. You 'd lose it again. If
your head was n't stuck on, you know-"
That was the opinion of all of them, and,
upon reflection, it was Maggy's. She gave
Miss Suffel the bright new counterpart of the
Vanderveer medal, and stepped graciously out
of the contest for it. The girls of the first and
second grades were immediately fired with
hope and enthusiasm, and "dug" at their
mathematics determinedly. Kate Ridley was
the first lucky girl, and Annie Dessau was
next. But after the March examinations Miss
Suffel made an announcement which caused
Maggy to prick up her ears. Margaret Grant,"
she said to the assembled classes, "has the
highest marks in mathematics. Olive Atwater
is next, with an average of ninety-six; the
medal is hers, therefore, if Margaret still wishes
to surrender it ? "
Maggy twirled her bracelet. The room was
very still; the girls were listening intently. "I
think I should like to take it this time, if you
please, Miss Suffel," said Maggy.
It is yours by right," said unsuspecting Miss
Suffel, cordially. "Take it, certainly." And
Maggy took it, conscious of some peculiar in-
ward twinges, and of glances and whisperings
among the girls. Indeed, she went round for
the next few days with a consciousness of being
"rather mean," as she said to herself.
The people at home, too, had something to
say. Maggy walked in with her chin up, and
with a mingling of sheepishness and defiance.
"That medal again! said Frank, whistling.
"I have n't had it for two months," said
Maggy. But her chin came down a little when
Ada looked at her.
Which of the girls would have taken it this
time if you had not ? "that astute sister inquired.
"Not Olive Atwater ?"
"When you lose it this time," said her father,
" I fear you '11 have to empty your purse and




buy another yourself. Of course, it 's a mere
matter of taste; if people prefer to spend their
money for gold medals rather than other things,
it 's perfectly allowable. I presume the jeweler
will be glad to have an order for a medal every
other month or so."
Maggy had been hoarding her money.
She was putting away nearly all her modest
weekly allowance for a particular purpose. The
old woman who did their heavier cleaning
had a little lame grandson who sat all day in
a rocker in his poor home; and Maggy had
been to see him. If he could have a whaled
cheer," said his mother, she or his sister could
whale him out every fine day; and it was
for a wheeled chair for poor Teddy Ryan that
Maggy was saving her money. She had sent
for circulars, and she could get the chair for
twenty dollars. She found real happiness in
the prospect of bringing comfort to the patient
little cripple, who had so little of pleasure while
she had so much.
Somehow that plan for Teddy Ryan was the
pleasantest thing Maggy had to think about for
some time after she had taken the Vanderveer
medal for the fourth time. Everything went
wrong. She did not enjoy the medal in the
least. She had a perfect right to it; but it was
disagreeable to have Olive's ,girl-friends say-
ing to her own clique that it was awfully
mean of her to take it just because Olive At-
water would have taken it if she had n't, and
when she knew how hard Olive had worked
for it. Maggy was sure she had never been
considered mean before, and it troubled her
very deeply. And then, to cap the climax,
she went one Saturday afternoon to see Kate
Ridley, went to take a singing-lesson, went to
see what they had at the new art-store--and
in the rush and flurry did actually lose the medal
again. When she got home it was gone.
She stood and blankly stared at herself in
her glass; then she sped down to the parlor,
where she had pulled off her jacket, and
searched frantically. It was not there.
It was too dreadful to believe. Maggy felt
her face growing hot, slowly. How could she
tell anybody? She would be ashamed to.
What would everybody think- Miss Suffel and
all the girls ? And that was not the worst of

it either what would her father say, and
Frank? Oh, dear! She could n't face them.
And even that was not the worst of it. She
would have to buy another medal herself this
time; and when would Teddy Ryan get his
chair? The warm days were coming on, just
the days when he would enjoy that chair. Now
he would have to go on flattening his pale little
nose against the window, and all because she
had lost the Vanderveer medal again. The
Vanderveer medal! She was sick of the sound
of the name. It had n't done her much good,
anyhow, and certainly in one or two respects'
it had done considerable harm. She wished
she had never seen it nor heard of it. The
tears were stealing to her eyes, and she flung
herself into a corner of the sofa and wept hotly.
She lay with her head almost buried in a cush-
ion; and so she did not hear the sound ofsmooth-
rolling wheels, nor Amelia answering the bell.
She did not even know there was a caller till
Amelia ushered Olive Atwater into the room.
Maggy rose and faced Olive Atwater. She
was too much amazed to speak. The tear-
stained face must have expressed something
besides amazement, for Olive blushed painfully
and stammered over her speech, trying at the
same time to return Maggy's cool gaze in kind.
"I was at Miss Finlay's just now, taking my
lesson," she said, and I saw your medal under
the piano. I knew you 'd be worried about
it, and I thought I 'd go this way home and
bring it to you." She put the shining thing in
Maggy's hand, and turned away.
"Olive," Maggy faltered,--"Olive, it was
very sweet of you to do that for zme"; and
her voice shook threateningly. I 've been
crying half an hour, because I was so ashamed
to lose it again, and I hated to tell anybody,
and-and-it would have served me right if it
had been lost for good, because I ought not to
have taken it, Olive. No, oh no!-I ought n't.
I don't know how I could have been so hate-
ful." And then Maggy, overcome by a strange
mixture of emotions, cried again.
Olive sat down beside her. Unb-button
your coat," said Maggy, tearfully.
I 've been hateful, too," said Olive. You
know, ever since you did n't ask me to your
candy-pull -"



"I was n't perfectly sure you 'd want to
come," said Maggy. Nothing but a candy-
pull, and your parties are so much nicer, and-
I thought you always felt a little-above-"
How foolish it sounded, when she came to
say it!
Oh, Maggy Grant, nobody who knows me
really could ever think that!" Olive cried. Why,
I 've always liked you and-admired you."
There is n't anything to admire," said
Maggy, with conviction. "I 've been mean."
"And I have," said Olive. "I could have
asked you to my party just the same, and I
ought to have."
"But oh, Olive, the worst thing," Maggy
stammered, quite miserably, "was my thinking
for a minute that you knew anything about-
you know."
"That first medal. Of course I never saw
it, except when you wore it."
Of course not," said Maggy. And then
they looked at each other. "It 's all been
perfect nonsense right from the beginning," said
Maggy; "has n't it ?"
"I suppose such things always are," said

Olive, flushed with pleasure at the way things
were coming out.
The unpleasantness among the girls in the
academy melted away thereafter with remarka-
ble rapidity. It was far pleasanter to have
Olive Atwater and Maggy Grant good friends;
they formed a confederacy for fun and for en-
terprise which no other two could have equaled.
The janitor found the first Vanderveer medal
in a large crack in the floor of the cloak-room;
and Miss Suffel consulted with the girls, and
offered it as a monthly prize for the best work
in the languages. Maggy Grant gave up the
mathematical medal for good and all, and
worked hard for the other, and made astonish-
ing improvement in her French. On the whole,
Miss Suffel declared the Vanderveer medals to
be about the best things ever introduced into
the school.
Teddy Ryan got his chair. And when Maggy
told Olive Atwater about it she was so pleased
and interested that she made some red silk,
tasseled cushions for it, and joined with Maggy
in making Teddy Ryan a target, as it were, for
a good share of their spending-money.



^ ^

ANTHONY $old me the story, after he came to
know me well. He said I might write about
it, but did n't care to have his real name given.
So I have given him another name. Perhaps.
he dreamed it, but as.I dislike stories that are
only dreams, I won't say he did. It probably

is n't a literal fact, but you can perhaps make it
useful if you will seek for a sort of lesson in it.
If you don't see any lesson in it, then the story
does n't apply to you.
Here is the way he told it to me, as nearly
as I can write it down.




SI went to the museum, and, after looking at
other departments, came late in the afternoon
to the place where they had ancient pottery.
I was looking at a case of old lamps, when one
of the attendants opened the cabinet door to
put in a specimen. I knew him by sight, and
he bowed. Then I spoke to him:
"I wish I knew how
those lamps were used." 4
"Come to my room ,
and I '11 show you," he
answered pleasantly. ..
So I went into his
working-room, and he
took an ancient, lamp
from a shelf. He filled
it with lard-oil, I think,
put a wick into the
spout,- he made a rude
wick from a piece of
twisted linen rag,-and
lighted it.
The lamp gave a dim
and flickering light.
"I wish I could see it
in the dark," I said, after
a minute. "All right," I'
he said; "just take it V:4 ,
into that store-room,"
and he pointed to one
of the doors, "shut the P
door, and you will find !
it as dark as Egypt." ..
I took the lamp,
shielded it from the air -, "
with my hand, went into
the store-room, and
shut the 'door. It certainly was very dark in
there, and the lamp gave hardly any light. As
I sat in the gloom, I began to wish that I had
lived in the days of the ancients. I thought to
myself how wonderful it would be if I could be
transported back into the ages before any of
the marvelous inventions of our day were
known. How much I could tell them!
I wish," I said to myself, "that I could live
in those times for a little while."
.As I spoke I was gently rubbing the edge of
the lamp.
A blue flame sprang up from the wick, there

was a muffled explosion, and the room seemed
filled with a soft, violet vapor. Then a'voice
seemed to come out from the wreaths of vapor,
and it said:
"Master of the lamp, I am here. You shall
at once be obeyed."
Before I could answer, the door opened, the

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vapor cleared away, and, half dazed, I walked
out into the light.
For a few moments I could not make out
any of the objects around me. Gradually my
sight cleared, and I saw that I was out in the
open air and standing upon high ground over-
looking a wooded valley through which wound
a river. As I looked down wonderingly, I
heard a rustling behind me at some distance.
I turned, and saw a gigantic elk coming toward
me, brandishing a pair of horns that seemed
ten feet wide from tip to tip.
Then I knew that my wish had been granted,



for I remembered to have read of the ancient
Irish*elk. I knew I was in the British isles,
years before historic times. As I was coming
to this conclusion, I was also making rapid
progress toward the valley. I found that I
was dressed in a short tunic of a dark blue
color, and that my legs were covered by loose
trousers bound tight with small twisted bands
of cloth. Upon my feet were rough shoes of
hide. My head was bare, and my hair was
very long. I carried a club in one hand, and
saw that it had a head of sharp stone.
"Why, I 'm a regular savage!" I said to
myself, laughingly. The elk had not pursued
me far, and I soon dropped into a walk, and
leisurely made my way into the valley.
I came upon a settlement. It was a collec-
tion of huts, made, as I could see from an un-
finished one, of willow rods covered with mud
and turf. I looked curiously at them, and yet
the scene was not unfamiliar to me. All
through the time I was there I seemed some-
how to be both an ancient and a modern.
Upon entering the road that ran near the
groups of huts, I met a man dressed not unlike
"Ah, Anton," he said without the least sur-
prise, "you are back from the hill. Did you
see the elk?"
Yes," I answered. He came after me. If I
had had my gun with me, I would have shot him."
He seemed puzzled by my answer, but only
asked, Where was the elk ? "
Upon the eastern hill," I replied.
"We will go and hunt him," said the man.
We walked together toward one of the largest
huts, and entered it. There was a fire upon a
block of stone in the middle of the floor, and
the smoke drifted out through a hole in the
center of the domed roof. Around the fire sat
the members of the chief's household: his wife
and several children.
The chief sat by the fire, fitting a spear-head
of stone to a long pole. The wife was making
a cord out of some soft bark. The children
were playing with sticks and stones, and one
of the girls had a rude doll. We did not talk
English, of course, but I understood them and
they understood me. What language we used
I don't know.

The chief questioned me about the elk, and
I told him all I knew.
Come! he said, and strode out of the hut,
calling upon several other men to take part in
the hunt. I went with them, out of curiosity.
To my surprise, they had no other weapons
than rude clubs with stone heads, and sharp
sticks the ends of which had been hardened by
charring in fire. They surrounded the elk and
killed it, but not without a fierce struggle. Sev-
eral of them were severely hurt by the sharp
On my way back to the village, I walked
beside the chief. We fell into conversation,
and I explained to him my astonishment at
their rude clubs and spears.
"If you had a rifle," I said, "you could
shoot the elk without needing to go near him."
"A rifle ? he inquired. "What is that ? I
have heard of a queer weapon made of a stick
and a cord, and I believe that it can kill from a
distance. But I do not know how it is made."
"You mean a bow and arrow," I said, laugh-
ing. "Why, they are nothing to a rifle. If I
had a rifle, I could stand off further than a bow
can send, and yet reach a man with ease."
"This sounds like magic," the chief said,
cautiously drawing a little away from me.
"It is not magic," I answered; "it is only
that I know more than your people."
But your beard is not yet to be seen," an-
swered the chief, smiling indulgently as one
might at a foolish child.
I saw that sooner or later I must explain
how I knew more than the men of his time,
and so I told him as much of my story as I
thought he could understand.
"So you see," I said, in conclusion, "I am
really one of your remote descendants."
"You tell a marvelous story," the chief de-
clared; "and if it be also a true one, you may
be a great help to my people. Come to my
hut, and I will talk with you of the things that
should be done. If you can advise me well,
you shall be my chief counselor-even be-
fore your beard grows."
After we had eaten some of the meat of
the elk, I went into the chief's hut, and .he
bade me sit down near the fire. The smoke
was very thick.





"This is all wrong," I said. "You should
have a chimney." Then I explained to him
how the hot air was light and would carry
off the smoke through a chimney.
"It would be good," he replied, "to have
less smoke. But we could not take time to
build such a contrivance as you speak of.
Game so soon becomes scarce that we have
to move our houses to a new place very often.
We could not build those stone chimneys so
often. Besides, if there was no hole in the
roof, the hut would be dark."
"Cut a hole in the side of the hut."
"It is too cold at night," he answered.
"But we do not leave the hole open. We
fill it with something hard and like ice. We
call it glass.' "
"And how can it be had ? "
It is made," I said, of sand and of- of
soda, I think."
"Sand I know," said the chief; "but what
is soda ?"
Maybe it 's potash," I suggested.
"I never heard of that either," he said,
with a smile I did n't like. "What is it? "
"Well," I said at last, rather shamefacedly,
"I 'm not a glass-worker. I don't know how
to make it. I 'm sorry."
The chief looked at me with a faint smile.
I thought it best to change the subject.
"Talking of guns-rifles," I said, it would
be splendid if you had one. They are made of
steel, which is hardened iron, you know, and
then loaded with powder. A lead bullet is put
over the powder, and then when the powder
explodes, the bullet, or round piece of lead, is
driven-oh, ever so far-a thousand paces!"
"But I do not know these things," said the
chief; and I noticed that he spoke soothingly,
as one might to a child whose mind was dis-
ordered. "You speak of iron, of steel, of lead,
and of powder. What are they?"
It is hard for me to explain," I said, "be-
cause you know so little. Iron is a hard sub-
stance melted out of certain rocks. When that
is treated in some way it becomes steel. Lead
is of the same kind, but much softer."
Can you show us how to find or to make
these things ?" the old 5hief asked. "We may
be very ignorant, but we can learn."

I was silent for a few moments. I had never
seen any iron ore, and I had not the least idea
how to get iron out of the rock. As for steel,
I knew it had carbon in it, but how it was put
in or left in I did n't know.
"To tell the truth," I replied, I don't know
much about them myself. And as for gun-
powder, I think it is made of charcoal."
"Good! he said, "I know charcoal."

"And -and saltpeter, I believe, and some-
thing else," I went on weakly. "But I don't
know what saltpeter is, I 'm sure."
"I don't see how we can do anything with
the little you know," said the chief, kindly.
"You tell me strange stories, but there seems
to be nothing practical about your knowledge."
I could not deny that he was right. I began
to think over some of our modern improve-
ments, and luckily thought of a candle. So I
explained to him how candles were made of
tallow, by dipping a string into the melted tal-
low. Nothing would satisfy him but an imme-


diate trial. To my great triumph I succeeded
in making a tolerable candle out of some ani-
mal fat. The chief was delighted.
That," said he, is a great invention. You
indeed are fortunate. We have only torches."
"But we don't use candles," I said; "we
have gas, and kerosene-lamps, and the electric
light. But I can't make any of those for you.
I don't know where to find coal or oil, or how
to make electricity, or an electric light."
"No matter," he said cheerfully; "this is
quite enough. I see there is some truth in your
story. Tell me more of your marvels."
"Well," I said, "we use the steam-engine for
traveling. We heat water over the fire, and a
vapor or steam comes from it, and we let the
steam go into' a box, and it pushes a wheel
around, and that pushes other wheels. That's
the way we travel."
Can you make a steam-engine ?"
"No-o," I said. "I 'm afraid I don't quite
understand it."
"Well, what else ? the chief asked patiently.
"How do you tell time ? I inquired.
"By the sun," he replied. "How do you ?"
"We have machines to tell time for us."
"Indeed! he said wonderingly.
"Yes," I said. There is a piece of metal
coiled up, and that pushes around some wheels,
and they push other wheels that move two flat
pieces and make them point to marks that
mean the hours."
Do you know how they work ?"
"Not exactly," I said; "I have an idea."
We might find these hard substances you
call metals," said the chief, thoughtfully; "for I
have seen bits of hard substances come from
the rocks of our fireplaces. But I fear you
could not teach us to make these wonderful
"I 'm afraid not," I replied, regretfully.
"There 's one thing I want to ask you," the
chief said eagerly. The water is high and then
it is low. Do you know what makes the tides ?"
Now that was a question I ought to have
been able to answer. I knew it had some-
thing to do with the moon, and faint memo-
ries of the words perigee and apogee came

into my mind. But I had so vague an idea
of the whole subject that I could n't make it
clear to myself, and so I thought it wise to tell
the plain truth. I said I did n't know.
"And sometimes the sun turns black," said
the chief. Why is that ? "
"The moon gets in front of it," I answered,
glad of an opportunity to make any reply.
"But the moon is n't black," he said.
"No, but it looks so," I said. The moon
has no light of her own. She looks bright only
because the sun lights her."
"We know that," he said, "for the light on
the edge of the moon is always toward the sun.
But how often does the sun turn black ?"
"I don't know," I was forced to confess.
"Why does n't it happen oftener ? "
This was worse than a school examination.
I made up my mind to end it.
Chief," I said, if I have not shown learn-
ing, at least I have learned my own ignorance.
I am going to go back to my own time, if I
can (and I think I can, for my wish was only to
stay a while), and when I do get back there
I 'm going to know some of those things you
asked me about. I 'm going to know them all
through. Then, if I can, I 'm going to come
back and teach you many things."
I wish you good fortune," said the chief,
"for this candle you have made is a great
thing-a great invention."
"Farewell," I said.
Then I turned and climbed the eastern hill,
where I had seen the elk. Just as I came to
the crest of the hill a stone gave way beneath
my feet, and I went tumbling-tumbling-
tumbling-down into the store-room of the
museum, where I woke up.
I forgot you said the voice of the museum
attendant. "You must have been asleep."
"I think so. I had a strange dream," I said.
Then I looked at the lamp. It was broken.
"I must have broken the lamp," I added.
"No matter," he replied. "It is only one
of a common kind. If it was Aladdin's lamp,
now," he smilingly suggested, "it would be a
matter of some importance."
'" True enough," I answered.

(Eightlh fpaer of te series.)


A MOUNTAIN of heaving flesh, wrinkled and
rough, ugly as a satyr, and even more clumsy
than a hippopotamus, lives in the Arctic Ocean
wherever there are clam-beds, and enough open
water to afford him a home. The PACIFIC
WALRUS is the most uncouth and ungainly
beast that ever gets foot on
land. For two or three
(O-do.a'nus o-be'sus). centuries he has been called
the MORSE, and also the SEA HORSE--possi-
bly because he is more like a horse than a hum-
ming-bird, though not much.
Three hundred years ago, when travelers and
men of science were struggling to obtain a
mental grasp of the form and habits of this
strange creature, but wholly unaided by the
collector and-taxidermist, their pictorial efforts
produced some astonishing results-just as may
always be expected under such conditions. Mar-
velous, indeed, were some of the pictures of the
Walrus that were published in the sixteenth
century, in the dark ages when taxidermists
were not, and zoological museums were with-
out form, and void." And yet, with the ex-
ception of the figure by Olaus Magnus, which
is half fish and half hog, with four eyes on each
side and a pair of impossible horns, none of
these grotesque figures are one whit more won-
derful than is the true character of the Pacific
And now look at a true portrait. We give
you on page 957 a correct likeness of a huge
specimen that was killed in 1892 on Walrus
Island, near the famous fur-seal islands in Be-
ring Sea, expressly for the National Museum
to exhibit at the World's Fair. It was mounted
by Chief Taxidermist William Palmer, from life
studies, aided by the critical advice of the fa-
mous Alaskan explorer and artist-naturalist, Mr.
Henry W. Elliott. Beyond question, it is the
VOL. XXI.--I20.

only perfect mounted specimen of this species
in the world to-day.
Is he not a remarkable creature? Study
him, for he is fearfully and wonderfully made.
His real personality was only half known to the
world until, in 1872, Mr. Elliott landed on the
rocky shore of Walrus Island, armed with
sketch-book, note-book, and tape-measure, and
made an elaborate series of studies of this spe-
cies actually at arm's length. His published
pictures and notes were such a complete revela-
tion regarding the actual form and habits of the
Pacific Walrus as to cause much astonishment
amongst naturalists; and to some it'seemed
almost beyond belief that the form of the Wal-
rus was really as pictured from life by this
painstaking artist.
When you see in the elegant and treasure-
filled Mammal Hall of the National Museum
the original of the accompanying illustration,
perched on a rock, as natural in appearance as if
he had been transported bodily from his native
shore, shut your eyes to the other animals that
surround him, and try to imagine him as he ap-
peared alive in the wild spot where great Nature
placed him. Conjure up, if you can, a view
along the rock-bound side of Walrus Island,
with this burly old monster and a dozen more
like him, lying on the water-worn tables of
slaty-blue basalt, with showers of foaming spray
dashing over them as the breakers roll in, thun-
dering, and dash to pieces against the rocky
barrier. Imagine yourself within ten feet of this
great beast, as Mr. Elliott sat sketching for three
hours beside a Walrus just as large, the herd
and the roaring surf in front of you, rugged
masses of dark rock all around, and piled high
behind you. Add to this wild scene a silent,
crouching group of swarthy, skin-clad native
walrus-hunters, waiting to kill and skin a 2000-



pound Walrus for your benefit-and then you
can fully appreciate the remarkable character of
the Pacific Walrus.
His feeding-ground is the muddy bottom of
the broad, shallow bays and lagoons of the
mainland coast, where the juicy mollusk and
crustacean lives and thrives. His favorite food
is clams and other shell-fish, which he digs up
with his long, ivory tusks from their muddy bed,
crushes between his powerful jaws, and swallows,
shells and all! Occasionally when feeding in
haste, with only "twenty minutes for refresh-
ments," a clam slips down whole, with its shell
quite unbroken; but he never minds a little
thing like that. Crabs and shrimps form a
toothsome delicacy whenever found, and for
salad he chooses the bulbous roots and tender
stalks of certain marine plants and grasses which
grow in great abundance in the shallow waters
of the sheltered bays that indent the mainland
shore. In the capacious stomach of the Walrus
dissected by Mr. Elliott were more than a bushel
of crushed clams in their shells, with enough
other food of various kinds to make altogether
half a barrel of material.
Mr. Elliott says that in life an old male Wal-
rus is not an attractive animal to look upon at
close quarters. His skin is very coarse-grained,
dirty yellow in color, and almost bare of hair,
though why this should be so is a mystery, for
surely his thick and oily outer skin (epidermis)
affords excellent soil for hair. His neck, and
the front half of his body, is deeply seamed and
wrinkled all over, and raised in great, unsightly

lumps, caused by the struggles of the huge
creature to move about in a skin of enormous
thickness. According to its location, his skin is
from half an inch to two inches in thickness,
and lies on a mass of fat which is often six
inches thick.
His neck and shoulders are of enormous size,
but his hind quarters are small and weak and
quite out of proportion to the front half of
his body. Often he carries upon his neck big
scars made by the claws and teeth of polar
bears, who have attacked him without being
able to give him a mortal wound or prevent
his floundering into the water. The polar
bear is a powerful animal, but, for all that, the
skull of a full-grown Walrus is a harder nut
than he can crack. And that great cushion
of flesh, fat, and tough skin is of itself ex-
cellent protection against hostile teeth and
As might be expected, a Walrus is about as
helpless on land as a canal boat. It is with no
little difficulty, and much hitching and floun-
dering, that he drags his huge bulk up on a
sandy shore, even with the boosting that he
gets from behind by the breakers as they roll
in and dash against him. His hind flippers
are of little use on land; and on sand or peb-
bles, where his front flippers do not hold well,
the labor of floundering forward is so great
that he never stirs beyond the edge of the wa-
ter, and usually lies with his body half awash,
with the salt spray dashing over him like tor-
rents of rain. On solid rock or ice he gets


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along much better, and often a herd will spread
several rods back from the water's edge.
The females and younger Walruses have far
less development of neck to encumber them,
and therefore enjoy more freedom of motion
than the old males, who actually seem a great
burden unto themselves. These creatures are
strictly social in their habits, and always go in
herds, whether traveling, feeding, fighting, or
resting ashore. In the days before the slaughter
of all living creatures became a ruling passion
in the breast of man, the Pacific species inhab-
ited the whole of Bering Sea and Strait in herds
which often contained thousands, and even tens
of thousands, of individuals. They were found
from the north shore of the Alaska Peninsula
(latitude 55) northward on all the islands and
all along the main land of both Alaska and
Asia. On our side they ranged as far north-
eastward as Point Barrow, where they encoun-
tered the edge of the great permanent ice-pack,
and could go no farther. It is to be noted as
something remarkable that an animal consum-
ing a great quantity of food, but never eating
fish, nor any other flesh than marine inverte-
brates, could find a supply of his peculiar food

on the ice-fields, retreating southward as the
edge of the ice-pack advances. Summer finds
them at their most southern range, like the
polar bear, basking on shore, and enjoying a
season of repose after the privations and ad-
ventures of their winter campaign. It is then
that the life of the Walrus is in great danger
from the white hunter. His tusks contain a
few pounds of rather poor ivory, and his body
is literally incased in solidified oil, both of
which the white hunter wants for the money
they will bring. For many years, Walrus-hunt-
ing has been an important feature of the Arctic
whaling-industry, with the result that now there
is only one Walrus where formerly there were
To the Eskimo the Walrus is the same all-
in-all that the buffalo was to the Indian, that
the camel is to the Arab, and the reindeer to
the Korak. Its flesh feeds him; its tough hide
covers his boats, his shell-like kayak and his big,
clumsy bidarrah, and cut into strips it makes
his harpoon lines and dog-harness; its oil fur-
nishes him light and fire; its ivory tusks are
legal tender for all sorts of civilized luxuries,
such as iron and steel for spear-heads, knives,

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as far north as Point Barrow, where the earth and even guns; certain tissues make good
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as far north as Point Barrow, where the earth and even guns; certain tissues make good
freezes to a depth of fifty feet, and "the ice mackintoshes for Mr. and Mrs. Innuit, and the
never melts." flipper-bottoms of the Walrus make good sole-
In the winter the Walrus herds float about leather for the hunter also. Mr. Elliott be-


lived that, in 1887, there were probably ten
thousand natives living along the mainland
shore of Alaska, who were very largely depen-
dent upon the Walrus for their existence.
The natives of St. Lawrence Island, which is
the first land south of Bering Strait, were all
Walrus-hunters, and formerly depended for their
existence in winter solely upon the Walrus that
came to their shores. Their rock-bound island
lay directly in the track of the migrating herds,
and the Walrus were glad to haul up there to
But finally there came an awful winter, that
of 1879-80, when the ice-pack closed in solidly
all around St. Lawrence Island, extending for
miles in every direction, and forcing every Wal-
rus far southward of its customary haunts. It
was then impossible for the Walrus to reach
the island, or for the inhabitants to go to
the Walrus, and so in that long and dreary
Arctic night, without food and without fuel,
every man, woman, and child in three settle-
ments, nearly three hundred in all, died of
starvation. The people of one small village
on the north shore were the only survivors on
the whole island.
Although the Walrus is a formidable-looking
animal, especially when he rears his huge head
and gleaming tusks out of the water within a few
feet of your boat, Mr. Elliott says he is not only
timid, harmless, and inoffensive, but not even
given to fighting in his own family. His tusks,
which vary in length from twenty to thirty
inches, and in weight average from six to eight
pounds each, were given him to dig clams with,
and are of precious little use to him either in
fighting or defending himself from attack.
He sleeps comfortably in the open sea, float-
ing bolt upright in the water, with his nostrils
out and his hind flippers hanging a dozen feet
below. Nature purposely built him in the
shape of a buoy, so that when sleeping or
resting at sea the buoyancy of his huge, blub-
ber-cased fore quarters brings his nostrils out of
the water without the slightest effort on his
part. He grunts and bellows a great deal,
solely for his own amusement, apparently, and
many a time have vessels been warned off dan-
gerous rocks in thick, foggy weather by the
grunting of the Walrus lying upon them.

THE ATLANTIC differs from the Pacific spe-
WALRUS cies in possessing a good
(O-o-b- nus ros-ma'rus) coat of coarse, stiff, pale
yellow hair, in having less development of neck,
smaller tusks, and in being somewhat smaller
every way. It has, or at least it once had, a
much wider geographic range than the other,
extending from Cape Frazer, at the head of
Peabody Bay (latitude 80 N.), all the way
southward as far as Sable Island, in the Gulf
of St. Lawrence. It inhabited the northern
half of Hudson's Bay, and the open waters of
the northern straits as far west as 950 west
longitude. To the eastward it was found on
the east coast of Greenland, all around Spitz-
bergen and Nova Zembla, and at various points
on the northern coast of Europe and Asia, as
far east as 75 east longitude.
The habits of the Atlantic Walrus are quite
similar to those of the Pacific species; but, ac-
cording to all accounts, the former is possessed
of a degree of courage and fighting temper
quite unknown to the other. On land the
unhappy Sea Horse is as helpless as a snail,
and any clodhopper can blunder up and
plunge a spear into his vitals, or shoot him.
But the Eskimo hunter, who takes a frail skin-
boat, harpoon, and line, and seeks him in his
native element, is a sportsman who gives him
a fair show, and a chance to strike back at his
only mortal foe.
To harpoon a big Walrus and despatch him
is no child's play, particularly when there is
a herd of sympathizers on hand to watch the
performance, and possibly take part in it. The
hunter has only one thing to fear, which is that
the huge creatures will attack his boat, and, by
hooking their tusks over its side, either swamp
it or smash it. This has actually occurred
several times in the pursuit of the Atlantic
Walrus. And it is quite enough to make any
man a trifle nervous when a dozen tusked
leviathans, weighing from half a ton to a ton
each, full weight, rise out of the vasty deep,
surround his boat at close quarters, and threaten
to climb aboard. It is then high time to pipe
all hands on deck to repel boarders, and turn
the Winchesters loose. Some of the members
of the Peary relief expedition had some exciting
adventures of this nature with a herd of Atlantic

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Walrus in Smith's Sound in 1892, of which a
graphic description was published in ST. NICHO-
LAS for April, 1893.
The young of the Walrus never exceed two
in number, and one is the usual number.

Thei- arL Lor :rn the ;l.rinc:, 1u-:dii% iin May

dIrinlig oi hl', arce ,1 .i:rk-bLi> n color,
.hic:h .:r. :il rlt ;r li h-iter uitl ate. The
oi-.!n.' an .d niidile-agd .e nimens -f. the
P. ii,: \Vilrs ire citer-'i nh t -i r, ]:.but, as
before Laed, thc old ones are almost bare.
The mother Walrus shows great affection
for her helpless offspring, and when at-
tacked will shelter it from spears with her
own body until she either escapes with it or
is killed.





The length of a large old Walrus, of either
species, is from ten to twelve feet, exclusive
of the hind flippers, and the weight of such a
specimen has been estimated by careful and
competent observers at from two thousand to
twenty-two hundred pounds. The Pacific Wal-
rus dissected by Mr. Elliott on Walrus Island
measured twelve feet seven inches from the
nostrils to the end of its excessively abbreviated
tail," and, if the hind flippers had been added,
the total length would have been about two
feet more. The girth of this monster was four-
teen feet; but remember that he was selected
out of a herd of about two hundred as being
the largest, and was a giant of his kind.
One of the wonderful facts about the Walrus
is that so large an animal should have existed
in such multitudes. Before the whalers of this
country and England began to hunt them so
diligently, they swarmed in countless thousands
upon the ice-floes, and the shores of sheltered
bays in the Arctic regions. It is said that dur-
ing the sixty years previous to our purchase of
Alaska, the Eskimos killed every year about ten
thousand Pacific Walrus in Bering Sea and Strait.
On the Atlantic side the slaughter of Walrus
has been awful, as the following incident will
show. In 1852 two small sloops, well laden
with oil, visited .the southwesternmost of the
Thousand Islands, and found there a herd of
Walrus containing, as they estimated, between
three thousand and four thousand individuals.

"One great mass of Walruses," says the histo-
rian, Mr. Lamont, "lay in a small bay, with rocks
inclosing it on each side," where, by skilfully
disposing four boat's-crews of sixteen men along
the shore, the retreat of the herd was entirely cut
off. Then the slaughter began, and such another
slaughterin the world of lower animals has seldom
been looked upon since man first began to slay.
The men first killed the Walruses nearest
the water, until their dead bodies formed a
barrier that effectually prevented any of the
animals farther landward from reaching the
water. "The Walruses were then at their
mercy [!], and they slew and slaughtered until
most of the lances were rendered useless, and
themselves exhausted with fatigue." Then they
went aboard their vessels, ate dinner, ground
their lances, returned to their murdering, and
did not stop until they had killed nine hundred
walruses! To crown this infamous deed, the
historian remarks that the vessels were already
partly loaded, and could carry away only a
small portion of the spoil."
Owing to the continual hunting of the Walrus
by white men, both species have retired as far
as possible from waters accessible to whaling-
vessels. In many localities the Walrus has been
entirely exterminated; but there are many places,
in the heads of shallow bays and lagoons, where
clams are plentiful, and the steam-whaler can-
not follow, where the Walrus will still live in
peace and security for many years to come.




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HERE was a little
miser elf who
had a pre-
S cious store
/ Of silver motes from
,., moonbeamsand
S priceless grains
of ore,
And shiny dust of marigold, and glittering
jeweled eyes
Of burnished stars and spangles from the
wings of butterflies,
And bales of wondrous
gossamer and green-
gold beetles' wings,
And many other marvel-
ous and rare and
costly things.
But, ah! with all his
golden dust and
jewels rich and rare,
This little elf was never h il
free from misery and
The wealth that might have
conjured up all good things at
his beck
Was just a golden millstone that hung
around his neck.
He never had one moment's peace, his
treasure out of sight,
Though he buried it for safety in a different
place each night;
Each night the thought of robbers made
him close his eyes in vain,
And just as soon as it was light he 'd dig
it up again.

One night (it was a woodland place in which
he chanced to bide)-
As usual he sought a place in which his
gold to hide.
VOL. XXI.-121. 96x

He had not long been seeking before he
chanced to see
A thing he'd never seen before -a curious
kind of tree:
The stem was smooth and straight, and on
the top there grew a sort
Of dome or hat-let 's call it an umbrella-
tree for short.
"The very place! exclaimed the elf, "So
strange a tree, 't is clear,
Is just the thing to mark the spot. I 'l
hide my treasure here."
No sooner said than done;
/and then, his treasure
buried deep,
Upon a bed of moss near by
? > / he laid him down to sleep.
For once the elf enjoyed a
S night from dreams and
f! '" terrors free;
K And, waking, sought with bounding
Step his tall umbrella-tree.
S"Ah, here it is! he cried; and sure
enough, before his sight
It stood. "But what is this?" Another
like it to the right!
"Which can it be? He rubbed his chin.
"What underneath the sun
Has happened ? Why, I could have sworn
last night there was but one.
Which can it be that marks the spot in which
my treasure lies ?"
And looking round, another tree of the same
shape and size,
Another and another still met his astonished

Then the dreadful truth burst on him, and he
stood transfixed with fright
In a forest of umbrella-trees all grown up
in a night.


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When walking in the autumn woods,
dear reader, and you pass
A toadstool lying on its side among
the leaves and grass,


- Think of the little miser elf, for 't is a sign
that he
Still digs for his lost treasure underneath
the umbrella-tree.

NCE a naughty fay
Chanced to sprain her
"At her tricks," they
6 say-
"Naughty little thing! "




Said the little fay
As she lay in pain,
"No more tricks I '11 play
When I 'm well again."
Time heals everything.
Can this be our fay,
She who sprained her wing
Just the other day?
Can she be this fair,
Thrifty little thing,
Sewing up a tear
In a beetle's wing?
Yes,--alas! but oh,
Not a thrifty elf;
Of course she has to sew
What she tore herself!



DOWN behind the garden wall, near the apple-trees,
Z-z-z-z!" sing the bumblebees.
"Z-z-z-z This is what they say-
"Z-z-z-z "-all the sunny day.
When they go into their nest, burly bumblebees,
'T is so very still then near the apple-trees.



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TEN little troublesome fingers,
Ten little finger-nails--
Pattering on the piano,
Scattering over the scales.
Clicking and clacking and clattering,
Each in the other one's way -


What trying and sighing and crying
To teach little children to play!

To play? I call it working,
When ten little fingers like mine
Are bumping and clumping and thumping,
And never will fall into line.
They fumble and tumble and stumble,
They trip and they skip and they hop,
And just when the music is gayest
They come to an obstinate stop.
Do you think that Mama's pretty fingers
That sparkle and dance on the keys
While the music is rippling' below them,
Were ever as clumsy as these?
I would work-I would patiently practise,
How patiently!-day after day,
If I thought that my practice and patience
Would end in such beautiful play.
Eliza Chester.

(A Hindu Tale Retold.)

THERE was once a wise old goat. One day
he took refuge from a storm by running into
the first cave he saw. It proved an excellent
shelter, but it belonged to a lion; and soon
the goat heard the lion coming home.
Aha!" remarked William Goat to himself,
"this is a place where wit is of more use than
sharp horns! And when the lion came in, he
found the goat calmly stroking his beard.
How very lucky! exclaimed old William,
just as the lion was about to spring upon him.
"Lucky? said Leo, stopping half-way;
"for me, you mean ? "
"Not at all," answered William; "I mean
for myself. It is my business to hunt lions."

I never heard of such a thing! answered
the lion, laughing scornfully.
Very likely not," replied the goat. But
then I 'm not an ordinary goat. I am the
lion-hunting kind. We are rare, but there are
a few of us still left. I made a vow that I
would kill ten lions this week, but they are
scarce, and so far I have slain only five. You
will be the sixth."
So saying he lowered his head, and charged
the lion with pretended ferocity. Not expect-
ing the attack, the lion turned and ran out.
No sooner was William the goat sure that
the lion was at a distance, than he started off
too, but in another direction.

n ,

TEN little troublesome fingers,
Ten little finger-nails--
Pattering on the piano,
Scattering over the scales.
Clicking and clacking and clattering,
Each in the other one's way -


What trying and sighing and crying
To teach little children to play!

To play? I call it working,
When ten little fingers like mine
Are bumping and clumping and thumping,
And never will fall into line.
They fumble and tumble and stumble,
They trip and they skip and they hop,
And just when the music is gayest
They come to an obstinate stop.
Do you think that Mama's pretty fingers
That sparkle and dance on the keys
While the music is rippling' below them,
Were ever as clumsy as these?
I would work-I would patiently practise,
How patiently!-day after day,
If I thought that my practice and patience
Would end in such beautiful play.
Eliza Chester.

(A Hindu Tale Retold.)

THERE was once a wise old goat. One day
he took refuge from a storm by running into
the first cave he saw. It proved an excellent
shelter, but it belonged to a lion; and soon
the goat heard the lion coming home.
Aha!" remarked William Goat to himself,
"this is a place where wit is of more use than
sharp horns! And when the lion came in, he
found the goat calmly stroking his beard.
How very lucky! exclaimed old William,
just as the lion was about to spring upon him.
"Lucky? said Leo, stopping half-way;
"for me, you mean ? "
"Not at all," answered William; "I mean
for myself. It is my business to hunt lions."

I never heard of such a thing! answered
the lion, laughing scornfully.
Very likely not," replied the goat. But
then I 'm not an ordinary goat. I am the
lion-hunting kind. We are rare, but there are
a few of us still left. I made a vow that I
would kill ten lions this week, but they are
scarce, and so far I have slain only five. You
will be the sixth."
So saying he lowered his head, and charged
the lion with pretended ferocity. Not expect-
ing the attack, the lion turned and ran out.
No sooner was William the goat sure that
the lion was at a distance, than he started off
too, but in another direction.


Meanwhile, Leo met a jackal, and told him
about the story the goat had made up.
"What nonsense!" said the jackal, bursting
into a roar of laughter. "Why, I know old
William Goat well. He is no fiercer than any
other goat. Come with me, and we '11 quickly
make an end of him." So they turned back
toward the cave, and, soon finding the goat's
tracks, they made after him at top speed.
William Goat luckily caught sight of them
before they saw him.
Now," said he to himself, "I must make-
believe harder than ever, or all is lost."
Thereupon he turned around and ran to-

ward his pursuers at full speed. As soon as
he was near enough to be plainly heard, he
cried out in as angry a tone as he could
put on:
"Why, Jackal, how is this? I told you I
needed five lions, and here you bring me only
this little one "
At this Leo was again overcome by fright,
and he once more took to his paws toward the
deepest part of the jungle. The jackal called
after him in vain, and, being really a coward,
did not dare to face old William Goat alone.
So William arrived safe at home, to the great
joy of Nanny and the little kids.

Christopher Valentine.

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g"Yuny/ 'en y 4y Two 'n'two make Fo', an' {ree added to 'em
maKe t ree moo, an' eight added to 'em make eight mo -
~4ce asts Dah's a scholard fo yer! Why. if he keeps on
dat chil' '11 soon be a-addin' up in de .3ifions!




[Begun in the May number.]

As Somers was unexpectedly weakened, so
Decatur was unexpectedly strengthened by
James Decatur's boat. Decatur, under sail and
sweeps, and making for the nine gunboats ad-
vancing to meet him, saw Somers's desperately
gallant .attempt, and turning impetuously to his
men, shouted:
Do you see, men, how Somers has turned
like a lion on a whole division of gunboats?
We must all do our best this day or Somers
will reap all the glory."
The Tripolitans advanced boldly, keeping up
a hot fire of grape and musketry, which Deca-
tur returned with interest. In the midst of the
smoke, from the vessels and the batteries, the
Tripolitans could not quite make out where the
"Americanos" were; but suddenly a boat was
laid alongside of the first Tripolitan gunboat,
and Decatur's voice was heard ringing out,
"Board! "-and they knew then, indeed, where
the Americanos were. The Turkish gunboat
was divided into two parts by a long, open
hatchway, extending from her port to her star-
board side. The Tripolitans, taken by surprise,
rushed to the farther end of the hatchway,
while Decatur, joined by his lieutenant, Thorn,
and his favorite midshipman, Macdonough,
made a dash for the Tripolitans. Celebrated
as these pirates were for their hand-to-hand
fighting, they could not withstand the steady
charge of the Americans, and the boat was
carried with the first rush. Scarcely were the
Tripolitan colors hauled down, and the cap-
tured boat taken in tow, when, in the midst
of the drifting smoke, an American gunboat
was found to have ranged directly under the
stern of Decatur's boat.
What is the matter ?" shouted Decatur.
"Lieutenant Decatur is wounded," answered

Midshipman Morris -the one whose foot had
first touched the Philadelphia's deck. He was-
standing on the gunwale of the boat, and the
instant Decatur saw his pale and agitated
face, he knew that his brother was desperately
"Severely wounded?" asked Decatur quickly.
"Yes, sir," answered Morris, in a low voice.
"Mortally? asked Decatur.
To this Morris made no answer for a mo-
ment. Then he said huskily:
"He had boarded a Turkish boat-yonder
-and the flag had been hauled down, when,
as he advanced across the deck, the Tripolitan
captain drew a pistol and shot him. We car-
ried him to our own boat; the Turk escaped,
and there is his boat now within the enemy's
Decatur knew his duty to his country and to
the brave men under him, whose lives and rep-
utations depended upon his judgment and cool-
ness, too well to spend a moment indulging his
private grief.
"I cannot go to him yet," he cried, in an
agonized voice, "but I can punish the treach-
ery of the wretch who shot him."
The Tripolitan boat was now well in the line
of the rest, a few hundred yards away; but the
Americans, bending to their sweeps, and un-
shipping their bowsprit, in a little while had
reached the boat, and had run aboard of it.
They could see that it was strongly manned,
and its decks were crowded with turbaned
heads. Decatur had put his pistol in his
pocket and taken a boarding-pike in his hand
to parry the Turkish scimetars. As the two
boats neared each other, Decatur, whose heart
was torn with grief for his brother and the de-
termination to punish the pirates, recognized
the treacherous Tripolitan captain, a man of gi-
gantic frame and ferocious countenance, stand-
ing near the bow. The next moment, he


noticed the young sailor, Reuben James, at his
side, who threw, with unerring skill, a grappling-
iron aboard of the Tripolitan boat. Then the
Americans, dragging on the chain, drew the
boat toward them. There was no need to call
away the boarders. Every man that could be
spared from the sweeps was up anrd ready to
spring. Next Decatur stood Macdonough, and
immediately behind him were Danny Dixon
and Reuben James. Before the boats had
touched, the Americans leaped over the side
and found themselves on the Tripolitan's deck
surrounded by twice their number of enemies.
Then began a hand-to-hand fight to which all
that had gone before was child's play. The
Americans, keeping together as closely as pos-
sible, fought from one end of the deck to the
other; while Decatur made a dash for the Tri-
politan captain. Decatur was tall and ath-
letic, but the Turk was a giant. As the young
American charged with his pike, the Turk
caught it and actually wrested it out of his
hands. The Turk, then, standing on tiptoe to
bring the pike down with terrific force, Deca-
tur had time to draw his sword. The sword
flashed over his head for a moment, and then
the heavy iron pike descending broke it short
off at the hilt. Decatur felt the sharp point of
the pike enter his breast; but, tearing it out in
a moment covered with blood, he suddenly
clinched with the Turk, who, although a much
larger and stronger man than Decatur, was
taken by surprise and went down on deck,
locked with Decatur in a mortal embrace.
The Americans, seeing the desperate plight
of their young captain, rallied around him; but
they were followed by the Tripolitans, and
were forced to defend themselves at every step.
A hundred scimetars were wielded against them,
and the noise and clash of arms was deafening.
In the midst of it, Reuben James, who was
almost surrounded, saw a Tripolitan raise his
curved blade above Decatur, lying prostrate on
the deck and struggling with the captain.
There was no time for the young sailor to
use his cutlass; but, dashing forward, he threw
up his left arm and caught the descending
blow. It nearly cut the arm in two, but it
saved Decatur's life.
Meanwhile, Decatur, almost overmastered by

the brawny Tripolitan, managed to put his
hand into his trousers'-pocket, and, drawing
his pistol, he cocked it and fired it into the
Turk's shoulder. With a scream, the Tripoli-
tan relaxed his hold and rolled over, and
Decatur sprang to his feet. That was the
turning-point. The Americans, seeing their
captain on his feet, and having been kept to-
gether by the coolness of Macdonough and the
steadiness of Danny Dixon, now charged the
Tripolitans. This last onslaught was too much
for the pirates. They retreated, fighting to the
last; and, when driven into the after part of
the boat, were disarmed. The reserve of the
Tripolitan gunboats, inside the reefs, then at-
tempted to come out; but the Constitution,
hauling her wind, poured a heavy fire into
the opening in the rocks through which they
would have to pass, 'and they were driven
back. The brigs and schooners also kept up
the cannonade; and, at half-past four o'clock,
the Tripolitans having drawn off, the American
gunboats and their captured prizes were towed
out into the offing. Somers's boat was the first
to reach the frigate's side, when he heard of
James Decatur's mortal wound. Somers loved
James Decatur like a younger brother, and was
deeply distressed by the news. Commodore
Preble had his own barge manned, and, as
soon as Decatur reached the Constitution and
reported on deck, the Commodore said:
Captain Decatur, there is my barge. Take
any officer you wish, and bring your brother to
the Constitution."
Decatur, too overcome to reply, bowed
silently and motioned to Somers. The two
friends, without speaking a word, got into the
barge together. Decatur unconsciously gripped
Somers's hand hard, as he had often done in
the old days when they had been schoolmates
together; and in this hour of grief Somers
seemed closer to him than ever before. They
soon reached the gunboat, and found James
Decatur lying on the deck, where he had gal-
.lantly fallen. Neither Somers nor Morris could
restrain their tears.
In a few moments, James Decatur's body
was carried on board the frigate by Somers
and Morris, and followed by Decatur. The
bodies of thirteen other brave men who had


died gloriously for their country that day, were
also taken on board; and the Constitution,
after having inflicted terrible damage on her
enemies, hauled off, and, in company with the
rest of the squadron, ran out of gunshot.
The frigate was much cut up aloft, and had
lost her main royal yard; but otherwise the
tremendous onslaught of her guns upon the
enemy had brought no corresponding injury to
herself. The brigs, schooners, gun-vessels, and
bombards had also escaped comparatively un-
harmed, while the Tripolitans had had three
gunboats sunk, three captured, one of their
strongest batteries destroyed, and all the de-
fenses much battered.
The whole squadron came to anchor at sun-
set, three leagues from the town. The bodies
of the thirteen seamen and James Decatur, the
only officer, were decently dressed in uniform,
covered with ensigns, and laid upon shot-boxes
arranged on the quarter-deck. All during the
short August night, Decatur stood watch by the
body of his brother, and Somers kept the sol-
emn vigil with him. As midnight came on
with the silence of the starlight August night,
broken only by the regular step of the deck
officer and the occasional striking of the ship's
bells, Somers began to say something that had
long dwelt in his heart.
Why should we pity him, Decatur?" he
asked, pointing to the body of James Decatur
wrapped in the flag. "Can you imagine a
better death than to die for one's country and
for the good of humanity? For the conquest
of these pirates will save many good lives, and
release many thousands of prisoners who are
suffering like our own countrymen. The feel-
ing has been on me for a long time that there
is but one thing worth living for, or fighting
for, and that is our duty. You love pleasure
'better than I, and so, many things that you
value seem worthless to me. I acknowledge
an ambition to leave an honorable name be-
hind me, and to do something for my country
that will be remembered; and if, in trying to
do this, I should lose my life in this far-off land,
I lose it willingly."
Just as the radiant sunrise turned the blue
Mediterranean into a sea of gold, the solemn
call resounded through the Constitution, "All

hands to bury the dead." The ensign flew at
half-mast; the yards were set cock-a-bill; the
sails half furled; the ropes hung in bights;
everything was arranged to express mourning
and distress. Commodore Preble himself read
the service at the open gangway, and the bod-
ies of James Decatur and the thirteen gallant
seamen, who were his companions in death,
were committed to the sea.
Only a breathing-spell of a few days was
allowed to the squadron, but in that time the
tone of the Bashaw changed wonderfully. He
wanted the Americans to send in a flag of
truce, but this Commodore Preble refused, with
the menace that if a hair of the heads of the
imprisoned Americans should be injured, the
Bashaw should be made to pay such a price
for it as he would remember the longest day
of his life.
On the seventh day of August, repairs hav-
ing been made, and the captured Tripolitan
boats refitted, another attack was made about
two o'clock in the afternoon. The gunboats,
of which there were now nine, were again in
two divisions commanded by Somers and De-
catur, covered by the guns of the brigs and
schooners. They dashed boldly in; immediately
a terrific cannonade was opened on them from
the forts, the castle, and the Tripolitan fleet of
gun-vessels that were ranged directly across the
harbor. The Americans, however, returned it
warmly, and over five hundred solid shot and
forty shells were fired at the forts, and the bat-
teries were very nearly shattered, the gunners
driven away from their guns, and the masonry
nearly demolished. The Tripolitan gunboats
no longer gave the Americans a chance to
board them, but remained at a discreet dis-
tance, within the reefs, preferring to fight at
long range. While the divisions were advanc-
ing, Somers, who was leaning against the flag-
staff of his boat, turned around as the coxswain
uttered an exclamation. The second boat in
Decatur's division had been struck by a Tri-
politan shell. It exploded, and, for a moment
or two, the unfortunate vessel and her brave
crew were lost in a cloud of smoke and the
water thrown up around it. When the boat
became visible, the after part was already shat-
tered and under water. Upon the forward


t894.] DECATUR Ai

part, which still floated, were a young mid-
shipman and eleven men. They had been en-
gaged in reloading the long twenty-four-pounder
she carried; and, at this terrible moment, the
gun-captain, under the midshipman's orders,
was coolly applying the match.
The gun roared out, and the shot struck the
muzzle of a gun in the
battery of Fort English,
breaking it into a hun-
dred pieces. The bow .. 4.
of the boat was begin-
ning to sink; but, be-
fore thinking of saving
themselves, the men,
led by the midshipman, -
gave three hearty Ameri- .
can cheers. Then they "
leaped into the water, .
and, Decatur's boat ap-
proaching, they were
hauled on board.
"Hurrah!" shouted -
Somers, standing up and Jli .
waving his cap at De- .
catur, who was doing
the same thing at him. JA .
Hardly was the word out" '. "J>
of his mouth, when he
felt himself suddenly
seized around the waist
by the quartermaster's
strong hands and thrown
down on the deck. The
next moment a shot -'
struck the flagstaff
against which Somers
had been leaning, and cut ir otf h-irr at tihe
very spot where his head had beic-r but a ii:.-
ment before.
Beg your parding, sir," said the quarternias-
ter, as the two scrambled to their feet, "but I
seen her coming and 't war n't no time to be
axin' what the regulations was 'bout gittin' a
orficer's head out o' the way when a shot is
a-comin' straight for it, sir."
"No apologies are necessary for saving a
man's life as you saved mine," cried Somers,
shaking the quartermaster's hand.
The attack was so spirited, and so much
VOL. XXI.- 122.


damage was done that, next day, the Bashaw
offered to surrender the officers and crew of
the Philadelphia for five hundred dollars each.
Tell your master," said Commodore Preble
to the envoy, "that I shall yet have every offi-
cer and man belonging to the Philadelphia, but
without paying one dollar of ransom for them."
Thick was supplemented by a night attack,
O';n Aiiu ur Ir., hih S 'om-er and Deciatur
both uiged upon rthe c':mmod:re. But find-


ing that it was more risky, and not so effective as
the day attacks, Preble told his young captains
that thereafter the attacks would be by daylight.
The Tripolitans now began to be very much
alarmed, and made several offers to treat. But
Commodore Preble would listen to nothing but
the unconditional surrender of the officers and
crew of the Philadelphia.


On August 24 and 28, two more attacks
were made, which were led, as usual, by Som-
ers and Decatur. After every attack came re-
newed offers from the Bashaw; but Commodore
Preble meant to destroy forever the power of
this barbarous nation of pirates and corsairs.
SOn September 4, another attack in force was
determined upon. It was the third in which
the Constitution had taken an active part; and
the magnificent way in which the stout and
beautiful frigate withstood the bombardment
of all the guns of the forts and vessels, gained
for her the honored name of "Old Ironsides"-
a name she has now borne gloriously for nearly
a hundred years. At daylight, on September
4, the Tripolitans were awakened by the roar
of a cannonade, and the eyes of the captive
officers and men of the Philadelphia were
gladdened by seeing the gunboats advancing
boldly, in the first flush of dawn, supported by
the brigs and schooners, while Old Ironsides
was standing in, her men on the yards, shorten-
ing sail as deliberately as if she were working
into a friendly port. Arrived at a point oppo-
site the mole, she backed her topsails and then
let fly her thirty great guns in broadside. In
vain the forts pounded her. Moving slowly,
occasionally throwing her topsail aback, she
skilfully avoided being raked, and, except for
some slight damage aloft, she came out of the
action without injury and without losing a man.
Meanwhile, the Tripolitan gunboats had ad-
vanced to the reefs, and, just as the sun rose,
the divisions under Somers and Decatur went
at them fiercely. The brigs and schooners also
directed their fire toward the Tripolitan flotilla.
Commodore Preble was sanguine that it would
be utterly destroyed. The Tripolitans, though,
whose vessels drew less water than the Ameri-
cans', and who knew the intricate maze of reefs
and shoals perfectly well, ran into shoal water,
where they could not be followed. Somers
sunk two boats, while Decatur managed to
bring off three. As soon as the frigate hauled
off and made for the offing, the gunvessels were
towed out; and, when they were well out of
gun-shot, the whole squadron came to anchor.
About three o'clock in the day, Captain Somers
was the first to report on board the flagship.
As soon as he caught sight of Old Pepper on

the Constitution's quarter-deck, he knew that
something had gone wrong. The commodore,
while fighting his own ship, could give but little
attention to the boat divisions; but, seeing the
Tripolitans almost surrounded by the American
boats, with the brigs and schooners closing up,
he had expected the whole flotilla to be cap-
tured. When, therefore, he saw it making back
into the harbor with the loss of only five boats,
and not knowing the shallowness of the water
at that point, he could not understand the con-
duct of the American boats, and was deeply
disappointed for the first time in his "boy
captains." As Somers approached and made
his report in a few words, he was received in
angry silence. The only words the commodore
said were: "I have something to say on this
matter when Captain Decatur reports."
Somers, although annoyed, yet knew that,
when the circumstances were explained, the
commodore would do both Decatur and him-
self justice; for Old Pepper's heart was as just
as his temper was as fiery. But, knowing De-
catur's high spirit, he could not but be fearful
of a meeting between the two in the commo-
dore's present state of mind. He had but little
time to think, though, for at that instant De-
catur stepped over the side. He had on a
short jacket in which he had been through the
fight, and he was grimed with powder, besides
being stained with blood from a slight wound
he had received. Advancing with his usual
alert step to the commodore, he raised his cap,
and said quietly: "Well, commodore, I have
brought you out three of the gunboats."
At that Old Pepper suddenly seized him
with both hands by the collar, and, shaking
him as if he were a refractory boy, cried out:
"Aye, sir, and why did you not bring me
more ?"
The officers stood dumb with astonishment.
Decatur involuntarily put his hand on his sword;
and the next moment the commodore turned on
his heel and went into the cabin.
Decatur, pale with anger, walked to the
gangway. Somers caught him by the arm, and
cried: Decatur, where are you going ? "
"Away from this ship," answered Decatur in
a voice of suppressed rage.
No," cried Somers, holding him, "you must



not-you shall not go. The commodore has
misunderstood what you have done to-day-
he met me with almost equal anger; but you
know how excitable he is, but how just, brave,
and magnanimous. Do nothing that is insub-
ordinate, and I '11 warrant the commodore will
make you every amends."
Somers could always exercise a powerful in-
fluence over Decatur, whom he actually held
to prevent him leaving the ship. The other
officers gathered around, trying to reason with
Decatur, who, although a captain, was still
only a boy in the commodore's eyes. Just
then, the commodore's orderly appeared with a
message: "Commodore Preble desires Captain
Decatur's presence in the cabin."
".I will not go," was Decatur's determined
Somers gave the man a significant look,
which meant that he was not to repeat Deca-
tur's words, and then began pleading with De-
catur. He led him aside, and said, solemnly:
You know what is planned for four nights

from this ? Remembering that, this may be
my last request to you. I ask you, therefore,
to go to Commodore Preble, and not to sully,
by one single act of disobedience, the glorious
record you have made."
The appeal touched Decatur, and he could
not say no. Somers went with him to the
threshold, and saw the door close after him.
Fifteen minutes passed and Decatur did not
return. Somers, whose anxiety was by no
means over, began to be very unhappy. He
walked to and fro, uncertain what to do; but at
last, remembering that his rank gave him the
right to seek the commodore, even when not
sent for, he knocked gently at the cabin-door.
No reply was made, but he ventured to open
the door slightly.
Seated near each other were the gray-
haired commodore and his young captain-
both in tears. Somers, softly closing the door,
moved off without being noticed. Half an
hour later, when the commodore appeared, he
was leaning affectionately upon Decatur's arm.

(To be continued.)



HE was a bright, handsome little heathen,
only ten years old, a born soldier and a king;
and his name, including his title, was Maharaj
Adhiraj Prithwi Bir Bikram Jung Bahadur Sah
Sahib Bahadur Sumshere Jung.
If the possession, of a crown and a kingdom,
.a gorgeous body-guard and a retinue of slaves,
a jeweled sword, a cream-colored pony, a wife,
and a long name, could suffice to make a boy
happy, the small King of Nepaul should have
dwelt in continual bliss, in his picturesque do-
minions between the frontiers of Tibet and
Hindustan, a dozen years ago. And yet, from
an American boy's point of view, he cannot be
said to have had much fun.. Asiatic kings are
not supposed to play leap-frog or foot-ball,
or to swing on gates; toboggans, bicycles, and
roller-skates are unknown in Nepaul; and how

is a poor little heathen to be happy without
any Fourth of July ?
The Nepaulese boy is poorly provided with
games of any sort; life is to him but one
eternal turn-out of soldiers; and parades and
reviews begin in time to pall upon one's im-
agination and enthusiasm in a land where
drums never stop beating, where swords are
flashing and chargers are prancing, from morn
to dewy eve all the year round. For of the
several races that compose the population of
Nepaul,-the Ghoorkas, the Newars, the Bhoo-
tiyas, the Limbus, the Lepchas, and the minor
rabble of barbarians that infests the jungles and
the mountain passes,-the wiry, fierce, and mas-
terful little Ghoorkas are the dominant race.
Very proud are they of their descent from the
invincible warriors and horsemen of Brahman



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stock who, in the twelfth century, were driven
out of Rajputana by the overwhelming Moslem
hordes, more than a century ago raided Nepaul,
seized the capital, overran the country, and set
up a government of spears and shields. No
plowing and digging, no bartering and trading,
no tinkering and carving for them: they were
Rajputs, and born fighters; battle was their busi-
ness and their pastime, and the sword and the
spear their tools and playthings. So they left the
digging and the planting, the tinkering and the
trading, to the Newars and the Bhootiyas, and
the rest of the craven herd, and found their own
rapture in the saddle, the trumpet, and the lance.
From the roof of his palace, armed with a
field-glass of extraordinary power, the little
king could command a view of almost his en-
tire domain at least of the great valley, 4500
feet above the sea, in which his three great
cities lie (Khatmandu, the capital; Patan, and
Bhatgaon), and where his five millions of sub-
jects swarm like bees around the picturesque
pagodas, temples, and tanks. They have a
saying in Nepaul, whenever new laws are to be
made, or important measures to be tried, which
may disturb the fortunes or imperil the peace
of the people, "What will the Bawan Lakh
[the 5,200,000] say to this ? "
Looking northward from his perch on the
palace at Khatmandu, the little king could take
into the field of his glass those towering peaks,
snow-crowned and majestic, like armed giants,
that stand between his beautiful valley (which
was once a great lake) and Tibet. There is
Mount Everest, 29,000 feet high, and Dhiwal-
giri, 26,300 feet, and Gosain Than, 26,000 feet,
and Kinchinjunga, 23,000 feet high the
"Abodes of the Gods." And turning his glass
southward, His Majesty might well have been
charmed with his view of the long, narrow strip
of tilled and forest land, productive and en-
chanting, which forms the southern border of
the valley along the northern frontier of Hin-
dustan, and is called the Terai-a fairy-like
region, but treacherous and deadly with mala-
rial jungles and clammy morasses reeking with
fevers. It was in this beautiful but baleful Te-

rai that Nana Sahib, the savage leader of the
great Sepoy mutiny of 1857, who spared nei-
ther mother nor babe, hid his doomed head
when a great price was set upon it by his
British masters; and, like a desperate beast be-
fore the hunters, the monster fled to the poison
of the jungle to escape the vengeance of men.
If his dashing, prancing Ghoorka warriors
made a perpetual circus for our little king, so
also his forests and jungles and rivers afforded
him a tremendous and varied menagerie, com-
pared with which our great Barnum's great-
est show on earth-" was but a dime museum;
for here were bear and wolf and leopard, tiger,
hyena, and jackal, elephant, rhinoceros, and
wild buffalo, wild goats, vultures, and falcons,
and eagles, golden pheasants and jungle fowl.
From his palace perch, in the cold season,
he could spy the Bhootiyan herdsmen leading
in great flocks of sheep and goats over the
mountains from Tibet, every little creature car-
rying its pack of small sacks filled with borax,
salt, and saltpeter; and behind these came
trains of sturdy, plucky ponies, and fierce,
shaggy dogs, from the northern highlands.
Sometimes he could see great troops or long
trains of carriers coming into the city, bringing
tea and musk, paper-plant and yak's tails,
honey and wax, beads, precious stones, and coral,
spice and betel-nuts, indigo and vermilion.
If the little king had not been a Nepaulese
boy to the manner born," and from his baby-
hood familiar with all Nepaulese sights and
sounds, he might have been moved with won-
der and delight as he surveyed from his lofty
lookout those countless temples, shrines, pago-
das, and palaces, so imposing and so beautiful
with the fantastic and marvelous wood-carving
of the Newars, showing fruits and flowers, gor-
geous peacocks and swooping eagles, snakes,
monkeys, and griffins, gods and goddesses, gi-
ants, pygmies, and fairies, winged horses and
caparisoned elephants, gold umbrellas, and lat-
tice-work that looked like lace. And all this
wonderful work has been executed in the wood
of the sal-tree by the expert and patient Newar
carvers, who for five hundred years, in all their

For the facts in this article we are indebted to Mr. Henry Ballantine, late United States Consul at Bombay. The
photographs were kindly furnished to Mr. Ballantine by Mr. Theo. Hoffman, of the firm of Johnston & Hoffman,
well-known photographers of Calcutta.



generations, have plied their delicate art, and
produced these charming forms of decoration
in amazing profusion, encouraged by the pat-
ronage of princes and the applause of every
man who was rich enough to adorn his house
with a latticed balcony or an inlaid door. Yet
these Newar carvers and carpenters have never
learned the use of our common saw, but hold
a plank with their toes and cut it with a chisel
and mallet.
As the little king sat on his house-top, the
breeze brought to his ear a fine sound as of sil-
ver bells, in gusts of _Eolian music. It came
from the gilded chattahs, those umbrella-like
frames which surmount the spires of shrines and
pagodas, and are strung with small bells of
mixed copper and silver, having leaf-shaped
tongues that catch the passing breeze in puffs
and sighs, and rise and fall in sweet chimings
and changes, as if the very leaves on the trees
were played upon by angels. And so the pretty
bells sang to the little king across the tombs,
across the ghauts, the stairways by the river
landings, where the dead are burned, over the
roofs of the temples gleaming with gilding and
burnished copper, over the tiled roofs of the
palaces and the houses of the nobles.
Two miles away, the famous shrine of Sway-
amubhunatha invited the notice of the boy;
with its clustered sepulchers, its great brass
thunderbolt of Indra, its towering golden chat-
tahs, its bells, its prayer-wheels, and its grinning,
mocking monkeys, chattering among the tombs,
and stealing the offerings of the mourners and
penitents to make a picnic on the very shoulders
and knees of the gods. And a little farther'off
is Pashupati, the most solemn of all the shrines,
where Bagmati, the sacred river," flows among
the temples and the burning ghauts, and past
the dreadful places where Hindu widows once
burned themselves with the dead bodies of their
husbands, while priests and people shouted and
leaped and sang. Once a year, in the spring,
great caravans of eager pilgrims come from
many distant places to plunge their bodies in
the holy stream, believing and trusting in the
virtue of the waters to wash their sins away,
and save their souls. And as our little king re-
clines on his palace roof, and watches those pi-
ous heathens tenderly lifting the helpless forms

down the stone steps of the ghaut, I wonder if he
has ever read or heard of the Pool of Bethesda.
In the great valley of Nepaul there are
nearly 2800 temples and shrines, both Budd-
hist and Hindu. Priests swarm about the sa-
cred places, and around the tanks and along
the roads. The High Priest, or Raj Guru, is
invested with the highest authority in all religi-
ous matters, and is regarded with reverence
and obedience by princes as well as by com-
mon folk. Religious festivals and holidays are
unending; and in all the ordinary undertakings
of the people the astrologers take part, by con-
sulting the stars and the books, and appointing
the times and ways for doing this or that, as in
going on a journey, building a house, or naming
a child; the auspicious day or hour must be found
for every event or enterprise, however small.
In Khatmandu or Bhatgaon, whichever way
the stranger may turn, he will .meet a lama or
a guru or a sadhu; and these are the priests
and teachers, the schoolmasters of the country.
There are no public schools in Nepaul. The
sons of princes and nobles-even our young
king, while he is yet only a boy--are taught
at home by the guru, or household priest, who
is supposed to be also a pundit, or very learned
man. Later, the young men of rank are sent
to Patna, Benares, or Calcutta, where they
learn to speak English and to wear English
clothes, and to tell the time of day by an Eng-
lish clock; for in Nepaul time is measured by
means of a copper vessel, with a small hole in
the bottom, set afloat on a tank or pool. Sixty
times a day this kettle fills and sinks, and every
time it sinks a gong is struck; so that the day is
divided into sixty "gongs" or 'bells," as sailors
reckon time aboard ships. The poor Bhootiya
shepherds, or the Newar women who make pot-
tery in the fields, say that the day is begun when
they can count the tiles on the roof of a house,
or when they can see the hairs on the back of a
man's hand by holding it up against the light.
Our little king has many slaves, as indeed
has every important family in Nepaul; but
they are employed as household attendants
only, principally to wait upon nobles and prin-
cesses in the capacity of body-servants and
handmaids, and they are usually treated with
kindness and consideration.




You will understand the despotic character
of the government of Nepaul, when I tell you
that the maiming or wounding of a cow is pun-
ished by imprisonment for life, and that it is
death by the sword to kill a cow, even by mis-
chance, because the animal is sacred. The old
savage law which prescribed torture to compel
confession, and mutilation as a part of punish-
ment, was in full force until after the return
from England in 185I of the enlightened prime
minister, Sir Jung Bahadur, who then abolished
the barbarous code.
Everywhere in the East, and especially in
Hindustan and Nepaul, marriages are made at
a very early age. Parents contract for the
wedding of their children while they are yet
but little boys and girls, and neither the boy
nor the girl has any voice in the matter. They
are simply coupled with all the ceremony and
extravagant display that the parents on both
sides can afford, and then the poor little things
go back to their homes, to be nursed and
petted and trained until they are old enough to
have a home of their own.
Thus this little King of Nepaul, the eighth
royal Ghoorka who had come to the throne,
was married when he was ten years old to a
baby princess half his age, chosen for him
from one of the royal families of northern In-
dia. Nor did it ever occur to the prime minis-
ter, or the priests, or the astrologers, or the
match-makers, that either the bridegroom or
the bride had anything whatever to do with
the business.
But the wedding was "perfectly splendid."
A picturesque concourse of Asiatic guests, with
a sprinkling of European strangers, was gath-
ered in the pavilions and rotundas of the palace,
and there was profuse distribution of pretty
souvenirs and gifts among them. Every one
received something- a nosegay of rare Eas-
tern flowers emblematic of happiness and joy,
a miniature phial of attar of roses, a little sil-
ver flask of delicate perfume, a dainty scarf or
handkerchief, sprinkled with rose-water, a cu-
rious fan, a fantastic toy of ivory, a lacquer
box. And then came the little king,- alone
of course, for an oriental bride must not be
exposed to the public gaze,-borne on a silver
litter curtained in orange and purple satin, em-

broidered with gold, and hung with massive
bullion fringe. Seated on a great cushion of
cloth of gold piled with shawls of Cashmere
and Canton, he was borne around the rotunda,
a luminous vision of flashing jewels, and a mu-
sical murmur of tiny bells, from his plumed
helmet to his slippers.
And when he had made his royal salaam, or
salutation, to the guests, and departed, the
tamas/za began-that is, the grand show and
the glorious fun; the nautch maidens, or dan-
cing-girls, the musicians and jugglers, the glass-
eaters and sword-swallowers, the Nutt gipsies,
who are wonderful gymnasts and acrobats, and
the Bhootiyan wrestlers from the mountains.
And so this little king was married; this ab-
solute monarch was made subject, with his own
careless consent, to the caprice or policy of
others; disposed of according to custom" (in
a land where custom is stronger than kings),
and with as slight regard for any thought or
wish of his as would have been granted to the
son of his groom or the daughter of his door-
keeper. And as it was with his marriage, so
was it with his sovereignty; he was but a titular
prince, a king in name only; for in Nepaul the
actual power is in the hands of the maharajah,
or prime minister, who is king indeed, for the
making of war or peace, for the setting-up of
his friends, or the overthrow of his enemies.
The dauntless Ghoorka warriors, the proudest,
pluckiest little fellows in the Queen's Indian
Empire, who held the British at bay in 1814,
and were their stanchest friends in the great
mutiny of 1857, are ruled by ministers who
have assassinated their predecessors and will be
assassinated in their turn by the ministers who
shall succeed them. Even the enlightened and
able Sir Jung Bahadur, the famous maharajah,
rose to power by the murder of two ministers,
and the massacre of influential chiefs in 1846.
One Sunday night, only a few months before
the marriage of our little king, there was an
ominous murmur of a multitude around the
palace at Khatmandu; and presently the mur-
mur swelled to a great tumult and terror, with
cries of "HIulla!/- ulla /" ("Murder! massa-
cre!") "Then," writes an eye-witness, "came the
piercing calls of the bugle, followed by rattle of
musketry, and the deep booming of cannon."



That was a night of cruelty, carnage, and hor-
ror. The maharajah had been murdered at
the palace by a band of conspirators led by his
own nephew, in order that the brother of that

while others had fled in terror to the protection
of the British Residency. General Nur Singh,
an adopted son of the maharajah, was among
them, flying with his little boy in his arms.

nephew might be thrust into his place. The But the assassins spared their young sover-
general of the army, and many faithful nobles eign, because he was of no more consequence
and officers, had been slain with their chief, than his pony or his parrot. Poor little king!

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THE next morning, when Jack came into the
house, Mrs. Pitcher met him almost at the
door. "His honor is awake," said she, "and
wants to see you. Hurry up-stairs."
What does he want of me now?" asked
Jack. "I have n't done an ill thing since he
came home."
"I don't know what he wants of you," said
she; you 'd better go see that for yourself."
Mr. Parker was sitting propped up in bed,
clad in his nightcap and dressing-gown. As
Jack came into the room, he thrust his hand
under the pillow and brought out a letter.
"Hark 'e," said he, "d' ye see this letter ?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Very well, then, now listen to me. This
letter is to go to my brother, Colonel Parker,
and I choose that you should take it rather
than send Dennis. Go out to the stables, and
tell Dennis that I say to give you a good
fresh horse. Ride to Marlborough and back
as soon as you can. You can make the South
Plantation to-night if you post along briskly,
and I want you to be back by Friday night.
So lose no time, and see that Colonel Parker gets'
this letter from your hand: d' ye understand ?"
"Yes, sir," said Jack.
"Then go and do as I tell you."
Jack hurried off to the stables, stopping only
long enough on his way to tell Little Coffee
where he was going. Then the black boy and
the white boy went down together to find Den-
nis. Little Coffee was distinctly displeased.
"What for he send you, anyhow? You no
find um way-you get lost in woods, boy."
No I won't, neither," said Jack; "I '11 find
my way easy enough. I '11 ask it."
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"Yah, yah !" laughed Little Coffee, "who
you ax um way of, boy ? Nobody in um woods
to ax way from !"
"I don't care," said Jack, "I can find my
way as well as you could."
Um, um! said Little Coffee, shaking his
head, "I know way better 'n you. De master
might send me 'stead of you."
Jack burst out laughing. "Why, to be sure,"
said he, "that would be a pretty thing to do!
How could he send you to Colonel Parker
at Marlborough? Why, you 're nothing but a
black boy! You could n't do what he wants to
have done."
You call me black boy all the time," burst
out Little Coffee. I no like you call me
black boy. Black boy 's good as white boy,
No he ain't, neither," said Jack; and just
then Dennis came out of the stable and Jack
told him the master's bidding.
Dennis saddled a good strong horse, and
then he gave Jack elaborate directions as to
the way to take, drawing a plan -upon the
ground with a stick. Then Jack rode away,
glad to be gone, Little Coffee running along
beside the horse to open the gate for him.
Mrs. Pitcher stopped him as he passed the
house, and gave him some food wrapped up in
a paper. Jack tucked it into the saddle-bag.
"You lose um way!" shouted Little Coffee
after him, as he cantered off.
He galloped away down the dusty road
toward the woodland, into which the ragged
roadway plunged, presently to be lost in a jun-
* gle of trees and bushes and undergrowth. In
the woods all was still and warm, and fragrant
with the spicy undergrowths. A squirrel ran
across the way; further on a rabbit scurried out
of the bushes and away along the road. A
great wild turkey ran across the road. Jack


shouted at her. He could hear her rustling
away through the bushes, and he sat peering
in through the dense screen of leaves after her.
He came upon a black snake that lay motion-
less in a sunny patch in the road, watching
him with its bright,, diamond-like eyes and
shooting out its quivering tongue. The horse
shied and refused to pass the snake, and Jack
got off his saddle and killed it. He forded a
great, wide, shallow creek, the horse splashing
and thundering through the water. He could
see the fish darting swiftly away from either
side. He had some trouble in finding the road
on the other side, but by and by he regained it,
and drove the horse scrambling up the steep,
bluff bank. The noon sun shone straight down
through the leaves overhead. Jack dismounted,
tied his dripping horse to a sapling, and took
out his lunch. He sat in a little open, grassy
spot, with the paper of food spread out before
him. The solitude of the woods was full of the
ceaseless stir and rustle. It seemed to Jack as
though there was nobody in the whole world
but himself. The horse plucked at the leaves
every now and then with a loud rustle of the
branch, and then chewed them, champing upon
his bit.
Jack grew very sore and tired with riding.
It was nearly sundown before he came to the
end of the first stage of his journey. Then
suddenly, almost before he knew it, he came
out from the woods into an open clearing where
there was a growing field of maize. The harsh,
crisp leaves glinted and rattled dryly in the
wind. Beyond the field of Indian corn was a
great and wide stretch of tobacco-fields, bor-
dered, in, the distance, by woodlands nearly a
mile away. In the distance he could see a low
log-house surrounded by what appeared to be
huts and cabins of various sizes and sorts.
Jack dug his heels into the horse's sides, and
galloped down the straight, dusty road that
stretched away between the unfenced fields to-
ward the houses, the horse pricking up his ears
and whinnying.
At last he drew rein in front of the larger of
the log-houses. A number of half-naked negro
children ran out at his approach, and, as he
reined up his panting and sweating horse, a
barefoot negro woman, with a string of beads

around her neck and others around each of her
wrists and each of her ankles, came to the door
and stood looking at him. Her tall, conical
turban blazed like a flame in the light of the
setting sun against the dark interior of the
cabin. "Is this the South Plantation ?" asked
"Um, um!" assented the woman, nodding
her head.
"Where 's the master ?" asked Jack.
"Where 's the overseer ? "
The woman stared at him, making no attempt
to answer his question. "Where's your mas-
ter ?" said Jack again, and then, the woman
still not answering him, he said: "What's the
matter; don't you speak English ?"
Iss," said the woman, with a grin, "me
"Well, then," said Jack, where 's your mas-
ter-where is he, eh ? and he waved his hand
off toward the plantation field in a general way.
Perhaps the negro woman understood his ac-
tion better than his words.
He dar," said she, pointing with her finger.
Jack understood that the overseer was in the
direction in which she pointed. So he rode
off toward the long row of huts that stretched
away beyond, some built of boards and bark,
and some of wattled sticks smeared with clay.
Turning the end of the last hut he came sud-
denly upon an open space fronted by the out-
buildings. A little crowd of men, black and
white, stood gathered in this open space. A
man, evidently the overseer, was mounted upon
a barrel and was addressing the group gathered
before him. He carried one arm in a sling,
and the sling was stained with fresh blood.
Two assistant helpers, or overseers, stood be-
hind the speaker.
The crowd of slaves in front of the overseer,
black and white, barefoot, half-clad, wretched,
low-browed, made a motley group. The over-
seer was evidently just finishing his harangue
to them when Jack came up around the corner
of the cabin. He stopped, for a moment, in
his speech, and turned his head as Jack ap-
peared upon the scene, and the listening crowd
turned their eyes toward him from the speaker
as with one movement. Jack recognized the
overseer as the man who had come down with




him and his master in the flatboat from the
Hall. Then the overseer went on with his
speech, concluding, perhaps, rather more
abruptly than he otherwise would have done.
" And don't you forget this that I 've been tell-
ing to you," said he. "I be one of the best
drivers in the Province of Virginia, if ye did
but know it. How many drivers d' ye suppose
there be in this here colony but what would
have killed that there Will Dickson had they
have been in my place, and been struck with a
hoe in the arm and been cut to the bone ? But
I tell you I 've got my eye on ye all, and the
first man that lifts his hand ag'in' me ag'in had
better never been born. And now you go
about your business, all of ye." Then he
stepped down from the barrel, and came across
to Jack. "Well, master," said he, "and who
be ye?"
Why, I'm Master Richard Parker's serving-
man," said Jack. Don't you remember me?
I came down with you in the flatboat from
the Hall."
"Ay, to be sure," said the other; "now I
remember you very well. But what brings
you here?"
"Why," said Jack, I take a letter up to
Colonel Parker, and his honor--that is, Mr.
Richard Parker--told me I was to stay here
all night, and then be on again to-morrow."
Did he ? said the overseer. "Then we '11
go on to the house and tell Chloe to fit ye up
a room. How long ha' ye been over from the
old country ?" asked the man, as they walked
off together.
"I was only just brought here when you
saw me in the boat."
"Ay, to be sure," said he. "What part o'
England do ye hail from? "
I was fetched from Southampton," said
Jack; "I was kidnapped."
So," said the man; I came from Hamp-
shire myself, but I was kidnapped too. That's
been more than twelve year ago. I had a
cousin in Southampton. D' ye happen to
know anything of her Polly Ackerman?"
Why, yes," said Jack; I do know a Mis-
tress Mary Ackerman. She lives in Kennel
Alley. Her husband 's a tailor-man; a tall
thin man with a wart on his chin."

"Ay," said the man, "that 's Polly Acker-
man's husband to a T. Here we are. Walk
in. Here, Casar, take this horse and put it
up in the stable. Walk in." And Jack entered
the barren interior, with its earthen floor and
its rude, home-made furniture.
After supper, as the evening fell darker and
darker, Jack and his host went out and sat in
front of the house in the gloaming. Three of
the overseer's helpers came over from their
cabins to sit with them and smoke their pipes.
Jack, being a newcomer, had innumerable ques-
tions asked of him concerning the old country.
It was all very quiet and restful after the day's
journey. Some voices from the servants' quar-
ters sounded loud in the stillness of the hot,
breathless evening. The night-hawks flew high,
circling with piping cries, and now and then
dropping with sudden booming flight. The
frogs from the distant swamp piped and croaked
ceaselessly, and a whippoorwill perched on the
edge of the roof in the darkness and uttered its
hurried, repeated notes over and over again in
answer to one of its kind in the distant thickets.
Once or twice Jack wondered aimlessly how
it was faring with the poor servant whom he
had only just missed seeing whipped an hour
or two before; but he did not ask the overseer
about him.
IT was nearly noon the next day when Jack
rode up to the front of Marlborough. A group
of negroes came gathering about the horse, and
Jack asked of them whether Colonel Parker
was at home.
"Iss, he be at home," was the grinning
answer; but no one made any offer to help him
in any way. Just then Mr. Simms came to
the door of his office in one of the wings of the
house. Though bareheaded, he came directly
across in the sun to where Jack stood holding
his horse.
"What d' ye want? said the factor.
"Why, master," said Jack, I fetch a letter
from Mr. Richard Parker to his honor."
"Humph!" said Mr. Simms, and his face
fell somewhat. "You don't know what your
master wants, do you ? "




Jack looked at the other somewhat cunningly.
"How should I know that? said he.
"Well, then, give me the letter," said Mr.
Simms, and I '11 take it to Colonel Parker.
You came just in time to find him at home, for
he 's going to Williamsburg this afternoon.
You may go into the hall and wait for your
answer there, if you choose. Here, Blacky,"
to one of the negroes, "take this horse over
to the stable. Come in, young man--come
in !"
The great, empty, shady hallway, open from
one end to the other, felt and looked very dark
and cool after the glare of the morning sun
outside. The great doors stood open from the
rear to the front, and from where he -sat Jack
could see through the vista of trees a glimpse
of the wide river stretching away in the sun-
light, sparkling and glittering in the warm
breeze. The strong wind swept through the
space, and it was very cool and sweet. Jack
sat there waiting and waiting. Somewhere a
mocking-bird in a cage was singing its mimic
notes, and now and then he could hear the
noise of voices echoing loudly through the sum-
mer stillness of the great house. There was the
sound of an occasional banging of a door, a
distant snatch of a high-pitched, monotonous
negro-song, and through all these he could
hear the ceaseless tinkling and jingling of a
spinet played in one of the rooms. Jack sat
listening, holding his hat in his hand. He
knew that it must be Miss Eleanor Parker who
was playing the spinet, and thinking of her
recalled that first day of his servitude in which
he had come out across the lawn and seen her
standing behind her father looking at him. It
seemed as though all that had happened not
two or three months ago, but two or three years
ago, in some far-away time of the past. Sud-
denly the music ceased- a door opened and
the young lady came into the hall, fanning her-
self. Jack rose, and stood waiting for her to
pass by. She glanced toward him, and was
about to do so when she suddenly recognized
him and stopped. "Why," said she, "are you
not the young man that Papa gave to Uncle
Richard some while ago ? "
Yes, lady," said Jack, and he blushed awk-

I thought I remembered your face," said
she; "and tell me, how do you like to be with
my uncle? "
Why," said Jack, I like it that is, I like
well enough to be with him-that is, if I have
to be with anybody. I don't want to be any-
body's servant, lady, and would n't, if I could
help it."
"But sure," said she, "you must be some-
body's servant. Why did you come from Eng-
land except to be a servant ?"
I could not help coming," said Jack; my
uncle-that is to say-my uncle had me kid-
"And why did he do that ?" said she.
"Because he had some money of mine," said
Jack, "and he thought I was going to get it
from him. I do suppose that was the reason."
"Why, then," said she, "'t was a very great
pity, indeed, for you to be sent away from
home, if you have money of- your own and are
not just a poor wretch like those other servants
that are fetched hither. What is your name ?"
"Jack-that is, John Ballister, lady."
Just then Mr. Simms came down-stairs to
where Jack and the young lady stood. Colo-
nel Parker wants to see you up-stairs in his
closet, young man," said the factor; and then
to the young lady, By your leave, Mistress
Nelly," said he, "I '11 have to take him up-
stairs with me. His honor wishes to speak with
He tells me, Mr. Simms, that he hath been
kidnapped," said she.
Like enough, Miss Nelly; 't is the only way
we can supply enough servants nowadays. If
they did but know it, they are a thousand times
better off here living at ease than they are at
home living in poverty,"
"But he saith he hath been left a fortune at
home, and is not just a poor common wretch."
"Why, Miss Nelly," said the factor, "they
all tell some such story as that."
"But I told her the truth," said Jack.
"I believe he did, too," said the young lady.
"I believe 't was the truth."
"Well, Miss Nelly, you can ask all about
that some other time, maybe, for by your leave
I must take the young man now. His honor
wants to see him."



"I '11 not forget you," said the young lady,
"nor what you tell me about yourself."
"Thank you, lady," said Jack, and he felt
very grateful. He followed Mr. Simms almost
exultingly, buoyed up with the hope that he
had found a friend at last.
When Jack was ushered into Colonel Parker's
presence he found him seated in a large, double-
nailed arm-chair at an open window. Some
books and a lot of letters and papers lay upon
the writing-desk. His head was covered by a
silk nightcap, and he wore a silk dressing-
gown. A sealed letter lay upon the window-
place beside him. "Come hither, young man,"
he said to Jack; "come nearer; have n't I
seen you before?"
"Why, yes, your honor," said Jack, "you
gave me for a servant to Mr. Richard Parker."
He was one of the servants I fetched over
from Yorktown when the Arundel came in,"
said Mr. Simms.
Oh, yes! I remember now," said Colonel
Parker. How long have you been with your
master ?"
"Between two and three months, sir."
Two or three months, hey ? Well, tell me
now, how does your master live-what does
he do?"
I don't know what you mean, sir," said
Jack, hesitatingly, and then he looked in the
direction of Mr. Simms.
You need not mind my agent," said Colonel
Parker, "and I want you to speak plainly.
Tell me, does your master play much at cards
or dice ?"
"Yes--yes, sir," hesitated Jack, "he does
play sometimes."
You see, Simms," said Colonel Parker, "I
knew 't was so. That is where the money
goes." Mr. Simms did not reply, and Colonel
Parker turned to Jack again. "Tell me," he
said, "is my brother often away from home?"
"Sometimes he is, sir," said Jack.
"And whither doth he go?"
"I don't know, sir," said Jack. He does n't
take me with him."
Hark at that, Simms," cried Colonel Parker,
"he does not even take his own body-servant
with him when he goes away from home. Must
he not then be ashamed of what he does away

from home? Now what can you make of
that ?"
Methinks, sir," said Mr. Simms very respect-
fully, but firmly, "you do your brother an in-
justice in misconstruing his intentions. The
boy tells you he knows nothing about him."
I mean to do him no injustice, Simms," said
Colonel Parker impatiently; but I mean to
do myself justice. Tell me, boy," he continued,
turning to Jack, do men come pushing your
master for money ? "
"Sometimes, sir," said Jack. "There was a
man came yesterday for a thousand pounds,
and last night-"
"A thousand pounds!" interrupted Colonel
Parker.. "'T is enough. I will not ruin myself,
Simms, for him or any other man. Take this
letter, sirrah, and give it to your master," and
he handed Jack the sealed letter that lay in the
window-place beside him. And now get you

It was in the middle of the afternoon of the
following day when Jack finally reached the
Roost again. Mr. Parker himself came to
the door as he galloped up and leaped to the
ground. The housekeeper looked down from
an upper window. Jack's master snatched
Colonel Parker's note from his fingers and tore
it open violently. He hesitated for a moment,
and then he began reading it, running his
glance rapidly down the letter. As he did so
his face gathered into a heavier and heavier
frown, and his strong white teeth bit deep into
the end of the cigarro. At last he crushed the
letter in his hand. Jack, for fear he should ap-
pear to notice anything, had turned and begun
stroking and rubbing the neck of the sweating
horse. When he looked again he saw that Mr.
Parker had reopened the crumpled letter and
was reading it through again very carefully.
Then, having finished it the second time, he
tore it sharply across, and then across again
and again, and into little pieces that fell at last
in a white fluttering shower.

IT was the same day that Jack had returned
from Marlborough; the night was still and



sultry with just a breath of hot breeze blowing.
Jack and Little Coffee were sitting together on
the doorstep. Jack was telling about Miss
Eleanor Parker. The moon had risen full and
round, and bathed all the dark, hot, panting
earth with a flood of shimmering silver. The
fireflies flashed and twinkled everywhere. Jack's
coat lay upon the step beside him, and now he
sat in his shirt-sleeves. Every now and then
he slapped at the mosquitos that sang persis-
tently in his ears. "Ay," said he, I do believe
I have somebody to help me if I wanted to get
away from here now. She said she would n't
forget me, and I don't believe she will."
"I see her once myself," said Little Coffee.
"And she spoke as kind as could be to me,
and asked me all about myself," continued
Jack, without paying any attention to Little
Coffee. "I told her how I had been kidnapped.
I do believe she '11 speak to her father about
me, Little Coffee, and then maybe he '11 help
me. I only need somebody to help me to get
away from here, and to help me to a start home
again. M-m-m!" he groaned, stretching him-
self; "I 'm that sore with riding that if I 'd
had a beating I could n't be sorer. Drat that
mosquito! and he slapped his cheek violently.
"I see her once," said Little Coffee again.
"'Deed she a beauty! Um! You ain't de
only one in de world what see her. She came
down the ribber in de big boat, and stopped
yan at de landing. I stand up on de bluff, and
I see her with three, four fine people all a-going
down ribber. Dey stop here for de Master."
They were so intent upon their talk that they
did not notice the approach of a stranger
through the milky night until he was close to
them. Then he was there. Jack and Little
Coffee jumped up from the step as he ap-
proached, his feet rustling in the long, dry,
moon-lit grass. Jack did not know him at first;
then he recognized him. It was the man with
the long beard who had come at night three
days before, and whom he had let into the
house. He had so changed his appearance
that he did not look like the same one. On
his former visit he had looked not unlike one
of the tobacco-planters from further down the
river; now he was dressed somewhat as a
sailor, or maybe a shipmaster, though with a

great deal of finery. He wore petticoat canvas
breeches, and a short-skirted coat. The coat
was trimmed, as was his hat, with gilt braid.
He wore a satin waistcoat, and across his
breast a silken sling from which dangled a
brace of pistols. A broad leather belt, from
which hung a cutlass, was strapped around his
waist. The moonlight shone upon a gold chain
about his neck, and his beard, which before had
hung loose over his breast, was now plaited
into three plaits.
Jack stared at him, and Little Coffee looked
at him with mouth agape and shining eyes.
The stranger, perfectly indifferent to them, spoke
directly to Jack. "Is your master at home,
boy?" said he, in his hoarse, husky voice.
"Yes, he is," said Jack.
"Well, then, just tell him I 'm here," said
the visitor; for he 's expecting me."
Doors and windows of the house stood open
in the warm night. Jack led the stranger into
the hall. The man's heavy shoes clattered
loudly in the silence. Mr. Parker sat at the
desk in the room beyond, looking over some
papers by the light of a candle. The warm
breeze came in at the window, and the candle
flickered and wavered. The insects flew around
and around the light, and great beetles droned
and tumbled in blundering flight. The room
was full of the sooty smell from the empty fire-
place. "Mr. Parker was in his shirt-sleeves. He
looked up as Jack tapped upon the door, and his
fine florid face glistened with sweat. Here 's
a man wants to see your honor," said Jack.
The stranger pushed by Jack and entered.
"I thought it must be you, Captain," said
Parker, coldly; "I 've been looking for you
all the afternoon. Here, take this chair and
sit down," and he pointed to a seat as he spoke,
turning his own chair around so as to bring his
back to the candle and his face into the
shadow. "You may go," said he to Jack,
"and shut the door after you."
Mr. Parker waited after the door closed un-
til he heard Jack's departing footsteps quitting
the house. Meantime he looked his visitor
over with perfectly cool indifference, but with
a sort of dry interest in his singular costume,
his eyes lingering particularly upon the plaited
beard and the chain around the neck. "I sup-



pose, my good man," said he at last, "that
you 've come for the settlement of that paper
of yours ? "
Why, yes, I have," said the other. Why
else d' ye suppose I 'd come ? "
"Well, then," said Mr. Parker, "I 'm sorry
for you, for I can't say that I 'm ready after
all to settle it or even a part of it. And what's
more, I won't be for four weeks or more yet;
nor until my brother's agent pays me my quar-
terly allowance."
"Not ready!" replied the other, and he
stared with bold anger at Mr. Parker. "What
d' ye mean by that? Why should you tell me
three days ago that you 'd pay me to-day, and
then in so short a time change your mind and
blow t' other way ?" Mr. Parker shrugged his
shoulders coolly, but did not undertake to ex-
plain how he had been disappointed in getting
money from his brother.
"And 'don't you intend to pay me at all,
then?" asked the stranger, in a loud voice.
"Why, fellow," said Mr. Parker, "'t will do
you no good to bluster at me. You can't
squeeze blood out of a stone, and you can't
squeeze money out of a man who hath none."
"And when will you pay me, then? "
"That I cannot tell you either, except, as I
said, I will pay you something upon the paper
when my allowance is paid me, and that will
be four weeks from next Monday."
Why, then, Mr. Parker," said the other,
"you know very well that I can't be here four
weeks from now. You know very well what
danger I stand in here in Virginia as it is, and
that I can't come and go as I please or as you
please for me. As you said last time I was
here, I 've broke my pardon, and I come here
as it is with a halter around my neck. Come,
come, Mr. Parker, you must make some rea-
sonable settlement with me and you must make
it to-night."
"Must ? Must, Mr. Pirate ?"
"Yes, must, Mr. Card-player. Look 'e, wind
and weather permitting, I sail for North Caro-
lina the day after to-morrow. If by that time
you don't make some settlement of this paper
of yours, I '11 send it to your brother for collec-
tion, and tell him how I came by it. D' ye
understand ? "

Mr. Parker, who had from the first had some-
what absent in his manner, now sat fingering
the papers upon his desk, looking intently at
the other, but as though he did not hear what
he was saying; and after he had ended speak-
ing he still sat gazing at him. "I have a
mind to be plain with you, Pirate, and I will
be so, for I am driven to it. The case is just
this," and then, as with an effort, "I am a
ruined and a desperate man. I am pushed
fairly to the wall, and know of nowhere to get
a single farthing of money." Again he looked
haughtily at the other as he spoke; his hand-
some, florid face had flushed to a redder red
than usual, and he frowned a little. "I will
tell you plain," said he, "I am in such straits
that only some desperate chance can set me to
rights again. So far as I can tell, I owe some
five or six thousand pounds to one and another
here in Virginia. 'T is not so very much, but
't is enough to give you and others a chance to
push me to the wall. The time was that
was when I was living in England--that my
father would send me that much money in a
lump, and did so two or three times. But now
my' brother Birchall hath everything, and I
have nothing, and ten thousand pounds is more
to me now than fifty thousand pounds was to
me then. If I could by some chance get seven
thousand pounds, methinks I could set myself
to rights. But where can a desperate man get
seven thousand pounds except by some despe-
rate chance? Well, I 'd as lief say this to
a rascal like you as to any other man, for I am
a ruined, desperate man. Day before yester-
day I sent a letter to my brother Birchall, ask-
ing for an immediate loan of five hundred
pounds, and offering any sort of security that
he might demand, and that I could give, if he
would loan me five thousand pounds. I set
forth to him how desperate were my circum-
stances; but, no, he would not consider or
think of anything, but sent me a letter-" He
ceased, and sat frowning haughtily at the other.
"You see, when I came back from England
four years ago, I came then a ruined man.
My father had given me all that I had asked
for while I was living in England, but when
he died he left everything to my brother Birch-
all, and naught to me, except this plantation,



which is not a tenth part, I may say, of .what
had been the estate. He said that he had
given me my share, and more than that while
he lived, and so he gave the estate to my
brother, who had married a great heiress and
needed it not. I had to run away from Eng-
land to escape my debts, and they followed me
up. Then I was forced into asking my brother
for help. I spoke pretty roundly to him, telling
him what I thought of such injustice that gave
him everything and me nothing; and so, in the
end, he paid my debts for me. But he talked to
me in such a way that showed plainly enough
that he thought, in paying my debts, he had
bought me body and soul, and he might treat
me as he chose and say things to me as he
pleased. I bore from him what I would not
have borne from any other man in all the
world. Well, this letter which he hath sent me
to-day in answer to my request is such as hath
driven me clean to the wall and with no help
left to me, and I am a desperate man. He
comes as near to calling me a rogue as he
dares to do, and tells me in so many words
that I am a disgrace and a dishonor to him.
Well, then, if he thinks that I am a dishonor to
him I may as well be so. His letter is of the
kind that makes me feel easy to do what I can
to get from him what he will not give me, and
what, if my father had but been just to me,
would have been mine by rights. 'T would
have cost him nothing to have spared me five
hundred pounds, or five thousand pounds,
either; but now I will get it from him if I can,
let him suffer from it ever so much."
I believe your brother has only one living
child?" said the visitor suddenly.
Mr. Parker looked at him for a second or
two in an almost startled silence, and then
nodded briefly.
"His child is a daughter," said Blackbeard.
"Now, if some desperate pirate--one, for exam-
ple, like myself "-and he looked Mr. Parker
steadily in the face as he spoke-" should ab-
duct this young lady, I know very well that
your brother would give ten, yes, maybe twenty,
thousand pounds by way of ransom to have her
back again."
A pause of perfect and unbroken silence

"As for managing it," said Blackbeard, "it
could be managed easily enough. I should
only have to go up the river some time when
your brother was away from home, and when
nobody was there, and carry off the young lady.
I live down in North Carolina, and I could
take her home until her father could ransom
Mr. Parker stood for a moment or two
in brooding silence; but then he broke out
almost with a flash: "But understand, she is
my niece, and if anything is done she is to be
treated in every way as befits a lady of such
rank and quality in the world. There shall be
no needless roughness, nor anything said or
done after she is taken away from home that
may be unfit for her to hear or see. I have
naught against my niece, and am very fond of
her. If her father suffers 't is his own fault, but
I will not have her suffer. D' ye understand?"
"Yes," said the other; "I understand."
"You have a home down in Bath, and you
have a wife there, I believe. The young lady
shall be taken to your wife, and waited upon
by her."
The other nodded his head, yet made no re-
ply. Presently he asked: But how is the rest
to be managed? How is your brother to be
approached, and how is the money to be han-
dled that is to redeem the young lady ?"
Well, I can tell you about that," said Mr.
Parker curtly. I understand that Mr. Knight,
the Colonial Secretary in North Carolina, is a
friend of yours. Now it shall be arranged that
Mr. Knight shall send by some decent, respect-
able merchant-captain a letter addressed to
me. The letter will be of a. kind to tell me
that my niece hath been taken. by some of
the Pamlico pirates, who hold her for ransom.
Then I will approach my brother and the mat-
ter will be arranged-I acting as my brother's
agent, Mr. Knight as agent of the pirates."
The other listened closely and attentively.
"And what share of the money might you' ex-
pect when the matter is settled ?" he asked.
"I shall expect," said Mr. Parkei, "to have
the half of it. You and Mr. Knight can settle
the balance betwixt yourselves."
The other whistled and then arose, pushing
back the chair noisily. "Why, Mr. Parker,"





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said he, I am not used to doing business that
way. If this thing is done at all, it is done at
the risk of my neck and not yours. The danger
falls all upon me, and yet you expect the half
of all the gain for yourself. My terms are these:
I shall have half of what comes of the venture,
and you and Mr. Knight, as agents, shall share
the balance betwixt you."
Mr. Parker also pushed back his chair and
rose. "Then, sir," said he, "if you choose to
quibble so, the business is all over between us,
for I tell you plainly that I shall not abate one
single jot or tittle. I shall have the half of
what is made of this venture for my share, or
there shall be no venture and nothing to share
at all. As 'for that paper of mine you hold,
you will get not a farthing upon it as it stands,
and you may send it to my brother if you
choose, for, after all, I can't be worse ruined
than I am now"; and he shrugged his shoulders.
The other looked into his face for a moment
or two, but there was not a shade or sign of
yielding in it. Then he burst out laughing.
" Well," said he, you do drive a mightily hard
bargain, to be sure. I tell you what it is, I will
think over all that you have said, and then let
you know my answer."
"Very well," said Mr. Parker, "and when
will that be ?"
"I will let you know on Wednesday next."

"Very well," said Mr. Parker, "I will be
down at Parrott's on Wednesday next, and then
we can settle the matter one way or the other."
"At Parrott's on Wednesday next," repeated
the other. "That will suit me very well."
"And now, is there anything more? "
"Why, yes, there is," said the other. How
about this note of hand that you'were to settle
this evening ?"
"Why," said Mr. Parker, "that must go
without settlement. You shall keep it for the
present as an assurance of good faith upon my
part. But when Mr. Knight sends the letter to
me, as we have planned, the paper must be in-
closed in it and sent to me; for I tell you plainly
that I won't conclude this business with you if
you hold any paper with my name signed to it.
I don't choose so to put myself into the hands
of any man, much less into your hands."
Then once more the other burst out laugh-
ing. He slapped Mr. Parker upon the shoul-
der. Mr. Parker drew himself a little back,
though he chose to show no resentment at his
visitor's familiarity. Methinks you had better
go now," said he.
Mr. Parker followed him, and stood upon the
door-step watching him as he stalked away
through the white moonlight toward the bluff
overlooking the misty distance of the river

(To be continued.)



MANY thousand miles from here there is a
little island called Tanega-Shima. It belongs
to Japan, and is situated thirty miles south by
water' from the main island of Kiusiu. It is
thirty miles long and about ten wide. Its
population is 2400, the people living mainly
by fishing, though there are a few farmers.
They are typical Japanese of the common
class, considerably behind the times, caring
little and knowing less about the outside world,
but full of simple virtues and kindly feelings.

The little children are much the same as our
children, with one exception,-they never cry.
The mothers patter round in wooden clogs
with their babies tied to their backs.
As soon as the little girl baby can walk, her
doll is tied to her back, and when she has
learned to carry it carefully, her baby brother
or sister takes the doll's place.
The school-days of these mites begin when
they are very young. The small tots can be
seen trudging off with their copy-books, seroban,



huge paper umbrella, and rice-jar. They reach
the neat little school-house-which is half paper
and half wood and wait for the teacher to
come. Around the room are squares of wad-
ded silk, or crape, upon which to rest the knees,
chairs being unknown- among the common
class. The children are required to be at
school before the teacher, in order to bid him
good morning in a body. As soon as the clat-
ter of his wooden clogs is heard, they stand
in line, and at the first glimpse of him, they sa-
lute him with low bows and exclamations of
" Ohyo!" (" Good day!"). "Ivrashai!" (" Please
deign to enter!"). The teacher on his part
thanks them and expresses the hope that all his
little pupils are well. After this ceremony is
over, the schoolmaster squats upon. his cushion
and all the scholars immediately follow his ex-
ample. The first lesson is in reading, and to us
it would seem very strange, for instead of reading
from left to right and from top to bottom, they
read from right to left and from bottom to top.
After the reading-lesson comes the writing, and,
instead of pens, brushes dipped in India ink
and water are employed. The copy-books
soon become wet, and sometimes on a sunny
day the school-yard is covered with these books
drying in the sun. The seroban lesson is the
next, and this is very easy, as the seroban is a
counting-machine. Every column in the ser-
oban represents units ten times the amount of
those in the column directly to the right.
Tradespeople and even teachers so depend
upon it that they cannot do without it.
On the island called Tanega-Shima are two
schools in which every American should take
great interest. These schools are in two little
villages, Anjio and Isaki, situated on the east-
ern coast, only a few miles apart. They were
founded in consequence of a shipwreck. This
seems strange, does it not? But you shall hear
the whole story.
On April 24, 1885, the bark "Cashmere"
started from Philadelphia on her long voyage
to Hiogo, Japan, with a cargo of kerosene
in cans. She carried the captain and his son,
the first and second mate, ten seamen, and a
Chinese cook and steward.
Storm after storm swept over the bark. Still
she labored on through five weary months, di-

verging frequently from her course on account
of the bad weather. At last, when within
200 miles of Japan, she was struck by a ty-
phoon, the storm most dreaded by navigators
in the North Pacific Ocean. The vessel had
already run before a gale for thirty hours, when
the barometer fell rapidly to 29, a certain in-
dication of a dangerous storm. To avoid its
coming fury, Captain Nichols took in sail. On
Saturday, September 12, the only canvas fly-
ing was a hammock in the mizzen rigging.
In the afternoon the typhoon burst in all its
violence. The vessel was thrown upon her
beam ends, and the captain ordered the masts
to be cut away. But the mainmast broke off
so far down that it tore up a portion of the
deck. The sea poured through the opening
into the hold. On account of the darkness,
and the deep water over the deck, this disaster
was not at once discovered. Then, the mates
and one of the men stopped the hole with bed-
ding, but water still rushed through. The rud-
der was carried away. Sea after sea washed
over the bark. The three men faithfully fought
the leak until midnight, when the first and sec-
ond mates were swept overboard.
The ocean lashed itself into greater fury; the
waves grew higher and higher. The pitching
and rolling of the bark strained her to the ut-
most, and it seemed every moment as if her
beams must part, and her timbers be crushed by
the mighty weight of the water above her. To
go out on the open deck was like stepping into
the sea. At three o'clock, in the pitchy black-
ness, the captain attempted the dangerous duty
of taking his son to the shelter of the forecas-
tle. The boy was saved--but the father was
swept overboard.
All hope was now given up, but morning
found the bark still there. The reason that the
vessel had not sunk was curious. Kerosene is
lighter than salt-water, and the cases of oil in
her hold acted as floats. The bark was so
submerged that her only remaining boat on
its davits hung close to the surface of the
Seven of the crew, believing that land was
not far away, decided to leave the hulk. The
other five, including the captain's son, thought
it less perilous to stay where they were. The





boat in which the seven sailors started on Fri-
day morning had only two pairs of oars and
a scrap of canvas rigged for a sail.
The wind was blowing steadily from the
southeast, and the little life-boat rushed along.
On Monday night four of the men, very much
exhausted, had fallen asleep in the bottom of
the boat. At midnight the three watchers saw
a light ahead. Presently another and another
appeared, and, thinking they came from a fish-
ing-fleet, the shipwrecked men used all their
strength to row toward them. They were so
weak they could hardly paddle, however, and
gradually the lights disappeared. Again they
had fallen into despair when land loomed before
their sight; but as they neared it they heard
the warning sound of breakers, and dreading
the danger of being capsized, they kept offshore
until morning. The day dawned brightly, and
after pulling for five hours, they discovered a
landing-place. It proved to be rocky, and
they were thrown violently upon the beach.
After resting and gathering strength for the
effort, they slowly toiled up the cliff and found

a crowd of Japanese who had witnessed their
disastrous landing upon what proved to be
The hospitable natives did whatever they
could to refresh and comfort the exhausted sai-
lors, and on the following day escorted them to
the other end of the island. The resident officials
sent them by steamer to Kago-Shima, after their
wounds had been dressed. Here they were
lodged at a hotel, and European clothes were
given them. At the end of eight days they
were taken to Koti and were placed by the
American consul on the barkentine Catherine
Sudden," bound for San Francisco.
After their comrades had gone, the five men
left on board the Cashmere crawled up under
the topgallant foredastle, which was the only
dry spot in the vessel. As the night settled
down they were left in darkness and terror.
The water thundered against the hulk, nearly
crushing the ship at each blow. The vessel
rocked and pitched, then settled back in the
trough of the sea, and again plunged headlong
into the foaming gulf left by the waves. The



captain's boy was brave, but not even the old
sailors could find words to console or encour-
age him.
No provisions could be obtained from the
hold; as the sea became less violent the men
were enabled to move about a little, and they
found a few yams stowed away in the forecas-
tle. Eaten raw, these tasted very much like
uncooked sweet potatoes, and allayed the pangs
of hunger, but their thirst was still intense, their
throats being parched and swollen. Then one
of the men noticed a jug, partially filled with
some liquid, floating around in the scuppers.
With caution he secured it, but found that it
contained vinegar. At first no one thought
of drinking it, but as their suffering grew worse
the hated vinegar was eagerly drunk in small

them even to sip the vinegar. All were in a
state of despair, while the poor boy was so
weakened by suffering and grief that he little
cared what happened, and seemed almost una-
ble to move or exert himself in any way. After
the storm, the sea grew comparatively calm,
giving them their one chance of life. Every
man knew that even moderately rough waters
would in a few moments beat their shattered
hulk to splinters.
Upon the morning of the seventh day a
feeble cry of Land!" burst from the earliest
watcher. With the loose planks and some
pieces of rope and rigging the men managed to
construct a raft. This accomplished, and the
few remaining yams collected, their prepara-
tions for embarking were made. On the morn-
ing of the eighth day they set sail. With such


For some days and nights after the departure rude makeshift oars and paddles as they had
of the life-boat, the poor creatures remained been able to secure, they tried to propel the
upon the vessel, crowded in the narrow space raft toward the shore, but with little success.
under the forecastle. The raw yams gave them Night closed in, and left the weary voyagers
no relief, and it soon became impossible for far out at sea. The next morning they found



to their great relief that they had drifted much
nearer, and redoubling their efforts they reached
the beach.
It was the shore of Tanega-Shima-the very
island on which their comrades had been cast!
They, too, were treated with the utmost kind-
ness and ten days later were sent to Kob6.

There the American consul forwarded them to
Yokohama with a letter of introduction to the
consul-general, who procured them a chance to
work their passage home on the City of New
York." The brave little boy who had borne so
much sailed in their company-an object of
hearty interest to them all.
On Tanega-Shima have been erected the

two school-houses of which I already have told
you. Though built there by the Japanese they
are in truth a memorial of the gratitude of
the United States for the great kindness shown
to our shipwrecked fellow-countrymen. That
this good deed was accomplished is due to the
efforts of Mr. Horace F. Cutter of San Fran-
cisco. His enthusiastic interest had been
aroused by the story of the rescued sailors
and their island benefactors. Mr. Cutter con-
ferred with certain senators and leading men
of the nation, urging that the United States ac-
knowledge in some fitting way the kindness of
these poor fishermen of a foreign land.
The Government, after a time, sent gold
medals to the principal rescuers, but that
seemed hardly adequate. In 1889, an appro-
priation of $5,000 was ordered by Congress to
be sent to the natives of Anjio and Isaki to be
used according to their own judgment. The
sum was transmitted to the Japanese Govern-
ment and duly acknowledged.
Two years later, our Government was in-
formed that the money had been invested for
the support of the schools in the two villages.
Some time ago a stone monument was erected
in the yard of each of the schools, "To com-
memorate the goodness of the United States."
The inscription on the monuments gives, an
account of the wreck, and ends with a poem of
ten lines written for the monuments by the
greatest Japanese poet of to-day. Much of the
sweetness is lost in the translation, which is
here given:

The principle of loving our neighbor
Is a very important matter.
Our Emperor made this golden rule;
We act in accordance with it.
We must help each other in calamity,
For sympathy is the law of nature;
Our act was humble, but its reward was great.
So, perceiving the spirit of the giver,
We accept this gift forever,
And dedicate it to the education of our children.,

The children of these schools work diligently,
and are told, as they read the inscription on
the monuments, of other little children who
live many, many miles over the sea, and of
the poor little boy whose life was saved as by
a miracle.




N a certain day
Sof March, in
the year 18-, a
little after sunrise,
as Ned and I started
to cross the lake on one of our hunting-trips, we
saw a large deer bound from the woods about
two hundred yards to the west of us, and run
out on the lake. Following, about four rods
behind, came two large wolves, one a little
ahead of the other, and immediately follow-
ing these came another, and another, till we

counted, fifteen strung along in chase after the
deer. A recent thaw had cleared the ice of
most of the snow, and, freezing again, the ice
was now smooth, with a few patches of frozen
snow lying on it. I don't know what Ned
thought, for he was an old hunter; but these
sights -were new to me at the time, and I won-
dered to see the deer bounding over the smooth
ice without slipping. I afterward learned that
its sharp hoofs, in its heavy bounds, cut deeply
into the ice, giving a fair foothold.
By the time the last wolf was on the ice,



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the deer had reached the middle of the bay.
Soon the two wolves in advance overtook it,
and the leading one sprung forward, caught the
deer by the side, and dragged along the ice try-
ing to haul it down. But after dragging along
fifteen or twenty feet its hold gave way, and it
was left sprawling on the ice with a bunch of

quarter of a mile from where it was first over-
taken, when, suddenly trying to turn, it slipped
and fell. This gave the wolves their oppor-
tunity, and springing on the deer they held it
down, and soon the whole pack were upon it.
As the chase went on our sympathies for the
deer were wrought to the highest pitch. This


hair in its mouth. But hardly would the deer
free itself from one wolf before a second would
catch it on the other side, and by the time its
hold gave way the first would be up and soon
catch hold again. This they kept up, first one,
then the other, catching the deer by the side
and trying to haul it down, while the rest of the
pack kept drawing nearer and nearer all the
The deer was a powerful one, and strove
hard for its life, breaking away many times
from its savage foes only to be caught again.
But it bravely kept up the struggle for about a

unequal fight was too much for Ned, and he
asked me how I would like to take a hand in
the play. Though my blood was up, too, I
must say the proposition to face these savage
brutes at first startled me. But I had every
confidence in Ned's experience as well as pru-
dence, and knew that he never would propose
a foolhardy act. He said they would almost
certainly attack us, but if we stood firm, and
knocked over one or two of the leaders, he
had not the least doubt they would soon take
to their heels again. Upon this assurance I
readily assented. Not only would it gratify us



to avenge the poor deer, but we thought it
would be well to teach the wolves that it was
dangerous to come in broad daylight and make
such a display at our very door.
So, with our rifles and tomahawks, we started
out to them. They paid no attention to us till
we got within forty or fifty rods; then first one
raised its head and looked at us, then another,
and another, till five or six stood gazing directly
at us.
Then the smallest one, which Ned said was
the leader, started full jump toward us, and
immediately the whole pack were coming down
on us at their best pace. Three of them- the
fags, I suppose- having fared badly, now seized
the opportunity to make a good meal. They
remained by the deer.
Ned, as soon as he saw them coming, picked
out a suitable patch of snow, where we could
have good footing, and where the wolves, if it
came to an encounter at close quarters, would
be on the slippery ice. Then sticking our tom-
ahawks into the snow, to have them handy,
and throwing off our coats, and spreading them
out behind us, so that the wolves' suspicion
of them would prevent an attack from that
quarter, with our rifles ready we awaited their
The largest wolves soon distanced the others,
and they came stringing along in the same
manner they had chased the deer. Ned had
had encounters with them before,: but never
when their number was so great as it was now,
and it was a little trying to the nerves to stand
quietly and see such a pack founding over the
ice toward us.
But I knew Ned, and knew there was no
flinch to him. We were well prepared to give
them a warm reception. We had four shots,
two of ball and two of buckshot, and we calmly
awaited their attack, feeling confident we would
send them scattering back with little but lead
for their booty.
We agreed on our line of action, which was
to let them come within twenty-five or thirty
yards. Then Ned was to pick off the leader with
his ball, and if that did. not stop them, I was
to try to drop the next; and, if they continued
to advance, we were to let them come still
closer, then pour in our buckshot, and after that
VOL. XXI.--25.

grasp our tomahawks and defend ourselves,
though Ned thought that the attack would
hardly be so determined as that.
On, on they came, each eager to get ahead
of the other, and lessening the distance be-
tween us and them at a rapid rate. But we
stood firm, with rifles raised and sighted on the
two in advance, till Ned thought they were
near enough. Then after careful aim, his rifle
rang out, and the foremost wolf, with a con-
vulsive bound, dashed to one side, and fell
over on the ice.
I had good aim on the other, and as Ned's
shot made the pack slacken their speed, I luckily
sent a ball through its head, and dropped it in
its tracks.
This reception quite cooled the courage of
the nearest wolves, and they cut their race short
and began spreading out around us. Those
farther back slackened speed, which showed
their doubt and hesitation. We would have
thought the battle won had not the little one, who
seemed to be the leader, come bounding on as
fast as ever, passing those ahead, one after the
other, and inspiring them with fresh courage.
We knew not what this might lead to, and
reserved our buckshot for the occasion. It
.looked serious for a while, and we were afraid
this second attack would prove a harder one
to repel than the first. We had not much
time to consult on the matter, but we de-
cided that Ned, at the proper moment, was
to make sure of the little one, and, immediately
after, I was to send my charge into the foremost
ones following.
On the leader madly rushed to a point within
thirty yards of us, then -
with wolf's cunning -
turned suddenly to one
side. This brought the
others to a halt, and re-
lieved us of any fear we
had, for we saw their at-
tack was mere bluster.
But if they were ready
for a parley we were not.
We sent our buckshot
into the thickest of the
crowd, and knocked the
little one over, which sent


the rest flying away either to the woods or
back to the deer, and left us masters of the
But we were not satisfied with that, and
intended to show them we were there not
only to defend ourselves, but to take the deer
from them also. So, reloading our guns, we
started for the deer, where there were still nine
wolves gathered. And though we hardly ex-
pected another attack, yet we thought they
might perhaps stand their ground till we got

near enough to get another good shot or two
at them.
But they had had enough of the contest,
and no sooner saw us coming than, with tails
lowered, they commenced starting off, first one,
then another, till all were gone but two. They
were a long way off, but we gave them a part-
ing salute, feeling pretty well satisfied with our
morning's sport, and quite assured that it would
be some time before this pack of wolves, at least,
would care to try it over again.


His taste in names was very queer,
This honest gentleman;--
He named his old mare Guinevere,"
His daughter Polly Ann."

Frederick B. Opfer.




THERE once was a hermit who lived
near a stream,
In a pleasant, commodious cave;
Folks glared on him daily, with wonder
And he lived on the presents they gave.


" l~

~~ --- '" --^^

But one morning he found, with such
dreadful dismay
That he could hardly open his lips,
A new hermit settled just over the way,
And himself in a total eclipse.





HILE traveling through
the Union vast,
The Brownies found
themselves at last
In old Kentucky, noted
For many things, but, truth to tell,
For horses mainly, full of fire,
That oft pass first beneath the wire.

Said one: "Some States can justly boast
Of streams or rocks along the coast,
Made famous through events sublime
That happened in some trying time.
Some guard a crumbling fort
with care
That marks a conquest or a
Some point to quarries or to
To finest orchards or to vines,
While others praise their flow-
ing wells;
But this old State, I hear, excels
In thoroughbreds of matchless grace,
That shame the wild deer in their race."

Another said: "Your saying 's true;
We never hear aught else from you.
And if I have not'lost my head,
The blue-grass region now we tread,
Where stock-farms lie on every side,
And all with race-tracks are supplied.
As we ascend this pleasant height
Now Lexington appears in sight;
The center of the blue-grass ground,
Which proves my first surmises sound;
And here if anywhere we '11 find
The thoroughbreds of finest kind."
A third remarked: Suppose we go

With horses to the course below
And take a race or two about
The circle ere the stars go out."
It was not long before the band
From stable and from pasture-land
Brought out the racers nimble-kneed
And light of foot to try their speed.
Around the race-course soon they flew,
Not stringing out, nor two by two,
But bunched together at the close
Along the home-stretch, nose and nose;
And 't was a sight to see the style
In which they measured off a mile.
When they the speed of all had proved
Again upon their way they moved.
Oft pausing as they crossed the State
To view some scene or to relate
Some story that it called to
The Brownies left the town be-
Said one: "Besides the racers
So valued for their matchless gait,
The State has wonders well de-
To interest the Brownie kind:
The Mammoth Cave is near at hand,
To visit which we oft have planned;
And that itself can well requite
Our hurried journey there to-night.
'T is said, and we may well believe
There is no purpose to deceive,
All fabled caves
that live in ink
Before this natural
wonder sink.
And I now raise my
hand and vote
That we its won-
drous features note
And waste no fur-
ther time before --.


We start its mysteries to explore.
For, though I tread its floors alone,
I '11 see it ere the night has flown."

Not long a Brownie has to speak
About some famous place, or seek
To stir companions to a move,
Their time or chances to improve;
For, with desires so near akin,

At once great bustling does begin,
Resulting in a sudden start
With all united, hand and heart.

The Mammoth Cave ere long was found,
And much it did the band astound.
As with their torches blazing bright
They peered about them left and right.
Said one, who caused his eyes to range



Around the walls and ceilings strange,
' No greater wonder, you may know,
Our native land to-day can show,
Than this same oddly fashioned den
So fat below the walks of men,

In their weird subterranean flow,
Till with a hiss, as wildly tossed
Down some abyss, the flood was lost.
And in that water underground
Some eyeless fish were swimming round,

- ..

As if intended for a place
To house some plundering giant race
That here high carnival could hold
Unseen, unheard, and uncontrolled."
So close they crowded here and there,
Still aided by the flambeau's glare,
At times a torch would one amaze
By starting on his back a blaze
That promised a more brilliant glow
Than -they required to see the show;
And then wild scenes ensued before
Peace reigned within the cave once more.
They traveled through each glittering hall,
Each room and corner, great and small;
They followed streams that gurgled low

That, far removed from sunny skies,
Appeared to have no use for eyes.

In spite of care and watching well
Some Brownies into fissures fell
That threatened for no little space
To be their final resting-place.
But friends would gather at their call
And from the gloomy chasm haul
The Brownies, who thus learned indeed
The value of a friend in need.
To tell of every slip and fall
And quick response to sudden call
That in the cave occurred that night
Would crowd some other facts from sight

Da~ ------~-r~L~'hmhrm~-


Which should be woven in betime
To fill the record of this rhyme.

They traveled through the State until
They gained a view of Louisville.
Then one remarked: It is allowed
The people of this town are proud,
And of its streets and business speak,
And roads that here a center seek,
And bridges stretched from pier to pier
Across the broad -Ohio near.

We '11 through the city find our way,
And learn its size, ere break of day,
While gazing at the buildings high,
That tower up against the sky."
And when the Brownie band had walked
Around that town of which they talked,
And viewed the streets, the churches fine,
The dwellings, and the stores in line,
With hearty praise they all agreed
It was a thriving place indeed
That fully, proved the enterprise
Of citizens acute and wise.

/ Q v




BY C. F. LuMMIs.

S OU will find that
all the animals with
which the Pueblo
Indians are famil-
iar the buffalo
(which they used to
hunt on the vast
plains to the east-
Sward), the bear,
deer, and antelope,
badger, wild turkey,
Sw fox, eagle, crow,
buzzard, rabbit, and
so on-appear in their legends and fairy
tales. Too.-whky-deh, the Coyote,* or little
prairie-wolf, figures in countless stories, and
always to his own disadvantage. Smart as
he is in some things, he is represented as be-
lieving whatever is told him; and so by his
credulity he becomes the butt of all the other
animals, who never tire of "April-fooling" him.
He is also a great coward. To call a Pueblo
Indian too-whay-deh" is one of the bitterest
insults that can be offered him.
A very popular tale about the Coyote is that
of his adventure with a bright cousin of his.
Once upon a time Too-whiy-shur-w6e-deh,
the Little-Blue-Fox, was wandering near a

Pueblo town, and chanced to come to the
threshing-floors, where a great many crows were
hopping. Just then the Coyote passed, very
hungry; and, while yet far off, said: "Ai how
the stomach cries! I will just eat Little-Blue-
Fox." And coming near, he said:
"Now, Little-Blue-Fox, you have troubled
me enough! You are the cause of my being
chased by the dogs and people, and now I will.
pay you. I am going to eat you up this very
now "
"No, Coyote-friend," answered the Little-
Blue-Fox, don't eat me up! I am here guard-
ing these chickens, for there is a wedding in
yonder house, which is my master's, and these
chickens are for the wedding-dinner. Soon
they will come for the chickens, and will invite
me to the dinner and you can come also."
Well," said the Coyote, if that is so, I will
not eat you,- but will help you watch the
chickens." So he lay down beside him.
At this, Little-Blue-Fox was troubled, think-
ing how to get away; and at last he said:
Friend Too-whAy-deh, I think it strange
that they have not before now come for the
chickens. Perhaps they have forgotten. The
best way is for me to go to the house and see
what the servants are doing."

Pronounced Coy-6h-ty. t He is always a hero, and as smart as the Coyote is stupid. His beautiful
pelt is an important part of the costume worn in many of the sacred dances of the Pueblo Indians.

It is well," said the Coyote. Go, then, ing the trail, he began to follow as fast as a
and I will guard the chickens for you." bird.
So. the Little-Blue-Fox started toward the Just as the Little-Blue-Fox came to some
house; but getting behind a small hill, he ran -high cliffs, he looked back and saw the Coyote
away with fast feet. When it was a good coming over a hill. So he stood up on his
while, and he did not come back, the Coyote hind feet and put his fore paws up against the
thought: "While he is gone, I will give my- cliff, and made many groans, and acted as if
self some of the chickens." Crawling
up slyly to the threshing-floor, he gave
a great leap. But the chickens were
only crows, and they flew away. Then .
he began to say evil of the Little-Blue- .
Fox for playing a trick upon him, and --'
started on the trail, vowing: I will eat
him up wherever I catch him."
After many miles he overtook the Lit-
tle-Blue-Fox, and with a bad face said:
"Here! Now I am going to eat you! "
The other pretended to be greatly
excited, and answered: No, friend
Coyote! Do you not hear that tombe'* ? "
The Coyote listened, and heard a
drum in the pueblo.

"I am called for that dance, and very
soon they will come for me. Won't
you go too'?"
"If that is so, I will not eat you, but
we will go to the dance." And the
Coyote sat down and began to comb
his hair and to make himself pretty-
with face-paint. When no one came, .
the Little-Blue-Fox said:
"Friend Coyote, I think it strange \''*
that they do not come. It is best for ii
me to go up on this hill, whence I
can see into the village. You wait here."
"He will not dare to play me an-
other trick," thought the Coyote. So
he replied: "It is well. But do not -'
forget to call me." "'COME, HELP ME TO HOLD IT,' SAID LITTLE-BLUE-FOX."
So the Little-Blue-Fox went up the hill; much excited. In a moment came the Coy-
and as soon as he was out of sight, he began ote, very angry, crying: "Now you shall not
to run for his life. escape me! I am going to eat you up now-
Very long the Coyote waited; and at last, now!"
being tired, went up on the hill-but there "Oh, no, friend Too-whAy-deh! said Little-
was no one there. Then he was very angry, Blue-Fox; for I saw this cliff falling down, and
and said: "I will follow him, and eat him ran to hold it up. If I let go, it will fall and
surely! Nothing shall save him! And find- kill us both. But come, help.me to hold it."
Pronounced tom-by. The sacred drum used in Pueblo dances.
VOL. XXI.-126.




Then the Coyote stood up and pushed against
the cliff with his fore paws, very hard; and
there they stood side by side.


Time passing so, the Little-Blue-Fox said: I s
"Friend Too-whiy-deh, it is long that I am
holding up the cliff, and I am very tired and is 1
thirsty. You are fresher. So you hold up the yoi
cliff while I go and hunt water for us both; do
for soon you too will be thirsty. There is a
lake somewhere on the other side of this moun- bu
tain; I will find it and get a drink, and then the
come back and hold up the cliff while you go." ote
The Coyote agreed, and the Little-Blue-Fox hel
ran away over the mountain till he came to the
lake, just as the moon was rising. ed1
But soon the Coyote was very tired and yoi

rsty, for he held up the cliff with all his might.
last he said: Ai how hard it is! I am so
rsty that I will go to the lake, even if I die "'
So he began to let go of the
cliff, slowly, slowly-until he
held it only with his finger-nails;
and then he made a great jump
away backward, and ran as hard
as he could to a hill. But when
he looked around and saw that
the cliff did not fall, he was very
angry, and vowed to eat Too-
whiy-shur-w6e-deh the very min-
ute he should catch him.
Running on the trail, he came
to the lake; and there the Little-
Blue-Fox was lying on the bank,
whining as if greatly excited.
I. "Now I will eat you up, this
minute! cried the Coyote. But
the other said: No, friend
Too-whay-deh! Don't eat me
up! I am waiting for some one
who can swim as well as you
can. I just bought a big cheese
from a shepherd to share with
you; but when I went to drink,
it slipped out of my hands into
r rthe water. Come here, and I
will show you." He took the
Coyote to the edge of the high
bank, and pointed to the moon
in the water.
M-m!" said the Coyote,
who was fainting with hunger.
"But how shall I get it? It
is very deep in the water, and
hall float up before I can dive to it."
" That is true, friend," said the other. There
but one way. We must tie some stones to
ur neck, to make you heavy so you can go
wn to it."
So they hunted about until they found a
ckskin thong and some large stones; and
SLittle-Blue-Fox tied the stones to the Coy-
*'s neck, the Coyote holding his chin up, to
'Now, friend Too-whay-deh, come here to the
ge of the bank and stand ready. I will take
u by the back and count weem, wee-si, p'dh-



clhu [one, two, three]. And when I say f'dh-chu, neck, swaying him back and forth as he
you must jump and I will push-for now you counted. And at "f'dh-c/u!" he pushed
are very heavy." hard, and the Coyote jumped, and went into
So he took the Coyote by the back of the the deep water, and-never came out again!






HALF-WAY through the long alphabet my playmate I can see
While I am standing still, afraid, in front of this great D.
My teacher takes me by the hand (I 'm only four years old),
And says, Come now, don't be afraid, it's easy, just be bold!"
Oh, it's not letters that I fear, for all that I 'm so vext-
But there are words beyond, I hear, and-spelling may come next!
Lee Carter.

(A 'True Incident.)

" WITH hands clasped softly in your lap,
And hair tucked back beneath your cap,
And snowy kerchief trimly crossed,
And lifted eyes in reverie lost-
Friend Phoebe, won't you tell me why
You look so far away, and sigh?
Why don't you leave your little chair,
And take the sunshine and fresh air?"

" Friend Edith, I will tell thee why
I sit so still, and sometimes sigh.
Dear grandma says we can't be right
Unless we have the 'inner light.'
(I did n't have the 'inner light,'
Although I tried with all my might!)

" Well, first day morning Grandma goes
To meeting, always, as thee knows,
And either takes John, Ruth, or me;
I go one morning out of three.

'T was 'silent meeting' yesterday.
High up sat old Friend Hathaway;
His thumbs upon his cane were placed,
And he looked stern and solemn-faced.
Friend Hodges and Friend Underwood-
They would n't smile-not if they could!
(Thee knows, I think they 're very good!)
Up in the gallery they sat,
Each one looked down beneath his hat,


HALF-WAY through the long alphabet my playmate I can see
While I am standing still, afraid, in front of this great D.
My teacher takes me by the hand (I 'm only four years old),
And says, Come now, don't be afraid, it's easy, just be bold!"
Oh, it's not letters that I fear, for all that I 'm so vext-
But there are words beyond, I hear, and-spelling may come next!
Lee Carter.

(A 'True Incident.)

" WITH hands clasped softly in your lap,
And hair tucked back beneath your cap,
And snowy kerchief trimly crossed,
And lifted eyes in reverie lost-
Friend Phoebe, won't you tell me why
You look so far away, and sigh?
Why don't you leave your little chair,
And take the sunshine and fresh air?"

" Friend Edith, I will tell thee why
I sit so still, and sometimes sigh.
Dear grandma says we can't be right
Unless we have the 'inner light.'
(I did n't have the 'inner light,'
Although I tried with all my might!)

" Well, first day morning Grandma goes
To meeting, always, as thee knows,
And either takes John, Ruth, or me;
I go one morning out of three.

'T was 'silent meeting' yesterday.
High up sat old Friend Hathaway;
His thumbs upon his cane were placed,
And he looked stern and solemn-faced.
Friend Hodges and Friend Underwood-
They would n't smile-not if they could!
(Thee knows, I think they 're very good!)
Up in the gallery they sat,
Each one looked down beneath his hat,

And thought, and thought, and THOUGHT,
But would n't speak out, as they ought!

" It was so still inside the house
That I could hear the little mouse
A-gnawing, gnawing in the wall.
Outside it was n't still at all!
The birds were singing in the trees,
And I could hear the boring-bees
(The clumsy kind of bee that leaves
Those little holes along the eaves).
It was so very still inside,
To keep awake how hard I tried!
I ate a peppermint, or two-

QUAKER. 1005
But that was very wrong, I knew.
All of a sudden, then, the birds
And bees began to sing these words:
'Friend Phoebe, come outside and play,
And never mind Friend Hathaway!'
It seemed to me I must obey-
I walked straight out the open door!
No child, thee knows, did so before.

"To punish me (I 'm sure it 's right-
I did n't have the 'inner light!')
I 'm not allowed to go and play
Till I make up for yesterday.
Oh, dear, I must n't speak to thee--
It's 'silent meeting'-don't thee see?"

Edith AM. Thomas.



The map of Pennsylvania
Represents a flag afloat;
And in its southeast corner
Philadelphia we note.
This State was settled by the Friends
(Or "Quakers") led by Penn.
They bought lands of the Indians,
And treated them like men.

Coal, and iron-ores, and oil
Enrich her central hills;
And through the State are fertile
Foundries, and rolling-mills.


And once in Philadelphia
Pealed out that famous bell
That rung in Independence Day
The day you love so well.
t / ,>, ,!.- Z .... ,




Well, I declare!-here 's Delaware, '-
Shaped like an upturned shoe;, c_.
Its capital marks just the place
To put the button, too.

And Wilmington is near the toe1-
Along the Bay it lies;
For steamships, carriages, and cars
This city takes the prize.

Whoever seeks to buy fine fruit
Should go to Delaware;
Her orchards are about as good '''' Iii.
As you 'll find anywhere.

By wagon-loads and car-loads, too, -
She ships the very best; '
In boxes, baskets, crates, and cans P^
It travels east and west.






ONCE upon a time a cat and a rat lived together in an old
brick oven that was no-more used. One day the cat was
i spinning, and the rat, to plague her, bit off her thread. The
at looked very cross at the rat and said in a loud voice, If
'*- ", you bite off my thread again I '11 hide away your small baby
Srat." The rat waited till the cat spun out a thread of great
-- Length when he jumped up
and bit it off. Pussy ," sprang at the little rat
quick as a flash and 'J' '' ran away with it. The
rat began to cry and said, Please, Mrs. Cat,
bring back my dear little rat again." The
cat said: I will, if --- you will go to the cow
and get me some milk." -

So away he went, trit-a-tee trot,
The faster he went the further he got,
and said, "Cow, please give me milk.: I will
give Puss the milk; and Puss will give me my
dear little rat again." The cow said, I will,
if you will go to the barn and get me some
So away he went, trit-a-tee trot,
The faster he went the further he got,
and said, "Blacksmith, please give me the
key: I will give Barn the key; Barn will give
me hay; I will give Cow
me milk; I will give Puss
give me my dear little rat
said, I will, if you will go
me some coal." 1
So away he went, -
The faster he went
and said, "Coal-bank,
I will give Blacksmith


the hay; Cow will give
the milk; and Puss will
again." The blacksmith
to the coal-bank and get

trit-a-tee trot,
the further he got,
please give me some coal:
coal; Blacksmith will give

me the key; I will give Barn the key; Barn will give me hay; I will give
Cow the hay; Cow will give me milk; I will give Puss the milk, and Puss
will give me my dear little rat again." The
coal-bank said, ." I will, if you will go to the
'-.: brook and get me some water."
So away he went, trit-a-tee trot,
SThe faster he went the further he got,
and said, Brook, please give me some
;."i water: I will give Coal-bank the water;
Coal-bank will
S ... give me coal; I
will give Black- "
smith the coal; -
Blacksmith will give me the key; I will give "
Barn the key; Barn will give me hay; I will .
give Cow the hay; Cow will give me milk; I
will give Puss the milk; and Puss will give me
my dear little rat again."
The brook was good and kind, and had just
been laughing to itself because it was so /
happy; and it was glad to have the chance to //
help the poor, tired, lonely rat. So the brook
gave the water to the rat, and he gave it to
the coal-bank; and the coal-bank gave the coal to the rat, and he gave it to
the blacksmith; the blacksmith gave the key to the rat, and he gave it
to the barn; the barn gave hay to the rat, and he gave it to the cow; the
cow gave the milk to the rat, and he gave it to the cat; and then Mrs. Puss
brought back to the rat the dear little rat again, and the rat never bit off her
thread any more, but was a quiet, good rat ever after.
Margaret R. Gorseline.


Go to bed early-wake up with joy;
Go to bed late-cross girl or boy.
Go to bed early-ready for play;
Go to bed late-moping all day.
Go to bed early-no pains or ills;
Go to bed late-doctors and pills. W S. Reed.
VOL. XXI.-127.

THERE is an engineer out on the Denver and Rio
Grande Railroad who is the owner of a dog which is
possessed of a good deal more than the average amount
of canine intelligence. This dog is a bright little water
spaniel, and has been accustomed to ride with his master
on the engine since he was a puppy. He goes to the
roundhouse about the time for his master's train to be
made up, and mounts his own engine, having no difficulty
in picking it out from the twenty or more engines stand-
ing in the roundhouse. He rides on the fireman's side
of the cab, with his head and paws both hanging out of
the window, intently watching the track. He often scents
cattle at a long distance. When they appear in sight, he
becomes greatly excited and barks furiously, looks first
at them and then at his master, as though trying to make
him understand the gravity of the situation. On a nearer
approach to them he becomes almost frantic, and if it be-
comes necessary to come to a full stop, he bounds out of
the cab, and running ahead drives the trespassers out
of harm's way. He is well known to all the railroad
men along the line, and if by chance he gets left at any
station, he invariably boards the first train for home,
where lie patiently awaits the return of his master.-St.
Louis Globe-Democrat.

A COOK was annoyed to find his pastry shelves at-
tacked by ants. By careful watching it was discovered
that they came out twice a day at about seven in the
morning and four in the afternoon. He poured rings
of molasses to protect the pies against the invaders. He
did not have long to wait, for at six-fifty o'clock he noticed
that off in the left-hand corner of the pantry was a line
of ants slowly making their way in the direction of the
pies. They seemed like a vast army coming forth to at-
tack an enemy. In front was a leader, who was larger
than any of the others, and who always kept a little
ahead of his troops. They were of the sort known as
the medium-sized red ant, which is regarded as the most
intelligent of its kind; its scientific name is formica
rubra. About forty ants out of 500 stepped out and
joined the leader. The general and his aides held a
council and then proceeded to examine the circle of mo-

lasses. Certain portions of it seemed to be assigned to
the different ants, and each selected unerringly the points
in the section under his charge where the stream of mo-
lasses was narrowest. Then the leader made his tour of
inspection. The order to march was given, and the ants
all made their way to a hole in the wall at which the
plastering was loose. Here they broke ranks and set
about carrying pieces of plaster to the place in the mo-
lasses which had been agreed upon as the narrowest.
To and fro they went from the nail-hole to the molasses,
until, at eleven-thirty o'clock, they had thrown a bridge
across. Then they formed themselves in line again and
marched over, and by 1I:45 every ant of the foraging
expedition was contentedly eating pie.-Rocky Moun-
tain News.

"I sAW an odd sight in Luzerne County a few days
ago," said Eckley B. Coxe. Six mules that had for
four years hauled cars in the lower workings of a coal
shaft to and from the foot of the shaft had to be brought
up owing to the flooding of the mine on account of fire.
The mules in all that time had seen no light stronger
than the flicker of the little Davy lamps the miners car-
ried. The sun was in its zenith when they reached the
surface, and the atmosphere was as clear as crystal.
"The astonished creatures closed their eyes to shut
out the flood of strong light, and kept them tightly closed
while they were being driven to a pasture lot a mile dis-
tant and turned loose. There they stood trembling as if
they were afraid something evil was about to befall them.
Presently they half opened their eyes and peered around
in open-mouthed amazement. It was clear they could n't
understand it.
"When they had become accustomed to the sunlight
they elevated their heads and slowly swept their gaze
over culm-piles, sky, mountains, and horizon again and
again. Toward sundown they broke into a chorus of
joyous brays, the like of which was never heard from
mules before.
After a quarter of an hour of that music they took to
kicking, jumping, whirling around like teetotums, and
rolling on the sod as if they had gone mad. For four
days they spent their time gazing at the new sights of
field and sky, refusing food and water, not even nibbling
at the grass, and not so much as blinking an eye in
sleep."-Philadelphia Times.

"THERE is quite a difference between staging in the
early days of the State and now," said William Miller,
the owner of the stage line from Cazadero to Ukiah.
"When I came here from Boston in 1854, I drifted
about a bit, and finally went into the service of Charles
McLaughlin. He was the owner of the longest stage
line in California at that time. It ran, with relays, from
San Jos6 to Los Angeles.


I remember once, in a lonely coast-range cation,
through which the road wound, we had a little experi-
ence that was thrilling for the moment. It was about
ten o'clock and a moonlight night. I was just putting
the horses through. The stage was full of passengers,
and there was a heavy treasure-box.
"Just as I got around a bend in the road I saw the
figure of a man on horseback standing by the side of
the road. He yelled to stop, and I saw a gun-barrel
gleam in the moonlight. The horses were going at a
speed that might be called breakneck, and I just made
up my mind to take the chance of getting through. I saw
the gun raised to the fellow's shoulder as we approached.
I had my long whip in my hand, and with a desperation
born of the peril of the moment I made a vicious crack
at him.
I don't know how it occurred, but the lash wound
itself around the gun, and as we dashed by the whip was
drawn taut, and I knew it had caught, so I held fast. I
was nearly pulled out of my seat, but the gun was dragged
from the robber's hand and fell to the ground; at the
same time it was discharged by the shock. It rattled
along the road for quite a distance before the whiplash
unwound itself. I don't know what the highwayman
thought, but I '11 bet he was surprised."-The San
Francisco Call.
TURNER, the naturalist, declares that he once saw,
upon the coast of Brazil, a race of gigantic savages
whose average height was over o1 feet, some individuals
exceeding 12z feet. M. Thevet, of France, in his de-
scription of America, which was published in Paris in
1575, says that he was once present when the skeleton
of a South American savage II feet 2 inches in height
was disinterred. The Chinese have a record of several
giants between 12 and 16 feet in height said to have lived
in the Flowery Kingdom within the last 300 years. Jose-
phus mentions a Jew who was o1 feet 2 inches, and Pliny
was well acquainted with Gabara, the Arabian giant, who
was 9 feet 9 inches in height.
Coming down to modern times, we find that John
Middleton, of the time of James I., was 9 feet 3 inches
in height, and he had a hand 17 inches long by 8) broad.
Murphy, one of the celebrated trio of "Irish Giants"
(Charles Byrne and O'Brien being the other two), was
8 feet Io inches tall, while Byrne was 8 feet 4 inches,
and O'Brien 2 inches taller. There have been several
so-called giants on exhibition within a few years, Chang,
the long Celestial, being among the number; but it is
doubtful if there is a man living to-day who exceeds 7
feet 6 inches in height.-Exchange.

Answered One Whistle with One Spout, Ported His
Helm, and then Lit Out.
A WHALE of North Atlantic breed sped down the
coast at steamship speed, when a swift Morgan ship,
El Norte," was bounding toward this port like forty.
The big cetacean's ample smile the skipper saw for many
a mile. Off Long Branch, where the porpoise played,
the swift leviathan essayed to cross the high bows of
El Norte. When cetus heard one whistle snort he put
his helm down hard a-port. "He knows the code," the
skipper said; that is a whale that's got a head, for 't is
by navigators taught that one blast means,' Bring port
to port.'" Just then the whale gave one long spout, to
say, "I know what I'm about." Thereafter, so the crew
declare, he sent up fountains in the air, and, speeding
shoreward, wildly drove a school of fish toward Ocean
Grove. Big whales infrequently-seek food in this par-
ticular latitude.-New York Sun.

CAPTAIN WILLIAM T. BERNARD and the steam tug
"Plymouth" arrived from Boston at Philadelphia a few
days ago with three barges in tow, after one of the rough-
est passages ever made. There was more than the ele-
ments to contend with on the trip, for they were attacked
in Vineyard Sound, during the terrific hurricane of
February 19, by a tremendous flock of wild ducks that
had been carried from the land by the wind. They
dashed desperately against the side of the tug's house and
powerful electric light on the masthead, which was the
object that first attracted them. Mate Willard went on
deck and was knocked flat by one of the infuriated birds,
which .flew directly at him, striking him with great force
on the breast.
To substantiate this strange story told to a Press re-
porter, Captain Bernard saved twelve of the birds that fell
exhausted from their struggles on the decks, and they are
now in his home. The Plymouth, after passing Chatham
just before sundown on February 19, experienced heavy
rains. Soon the wind veered to the northwest and blew
a hurricane, accompanied by blinding snow-squalls. At
nine o'clock at night Captain Bernard and Mate Willard
were both in the pilot-house, when a fluttering noise was
heard to windward. With the aid of the marine glasses
they could discern a huge dark formation moving directly
toward them, and soon a flock of fully 300 ducks made
for the vessel. They flew directly toward the electric
masthead light, and in striking the pole fell by the dozen
to the deck. Some of the sailors were terrified at first
by the fluttering noise, but on being convinced what it
was went on deck and caught fully fifty ducks and
stowed them away in the fore peak. The birds were
ravenously hungry, having been carried miles from the
land in the teeth of the heavy gale. They could not fly
back, such was the force of the wind, and those that failed
to light on the Plymouth were carried off to sea and no
doubt perished. For fully an hour the birds kept things
in a state of excitement on board the tug, and Captain
Bernard confessed it was one of the most remarkable
experiences he had ever seen or heard of in upward of a
quarter of a century of sea life.- Philadelphia Press.

"ANY one who has watched the gulls and other fish-
catching birds along our coast must have discovered
how keen is their sight and how cunningly they discover
a school of fish long before a fin has disturbed the surface
of the water," said a sea-captain. "Oftentimes when at
sea I have tested the vision of gulls that happened near
my ship, to the great amusement of the passengers. I
remember one occasion when the ship was going along
at a pretty rapid rate, I noticed a number of gulls follow-
ing closely in our wake, apparently on the watch for any-
thing that might be thrown overboard. Going to the
cabin, I procured a small biscuit, and returning to the
deck, prepared to show the passengers the wonderful
powers of vision possessed by these birds. Breaking
the biscuit into small pieces, the largest of which was
less than an inch square, I dropped one into the seething
waters, just under the bow of the vessel. It was of the
same color as the foam into which it was dropped, and
it was, of course, rapidly carried astern. Once dropped,
the piece was utterly invisible to our eyes, and we
could only guess as to its whereabouts; but before it had
fallen thirty yards astern a large gull detected it, and with
a headlong dart dipped into the foam and secured it.
With equal dexterity the other bits were picked up, one
by one, the gulls at last venturing so close to the vessel
that they seemed to be watching our movements with
their large, bright eyes."-Exchange.



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who have sent answers.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am a great admirer of you
magazine. Although I am a Cuban girl twelve yeai
old, I can read and write English, which I like ver
much. The June number had very many pretty pi<
tures. I liked the one called "June Roses" the bes
I wish there were a Spanish Saint Nicholas for Cuba
Last year we spent six months in New York. W
longed to see snow, but none would come. Just o
the night we left for Cuba, however, snow fell dowi
all white and like cotton rain. How pretty it was !
Your affectionate reader,

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am going to tell you all about
Larkspur. It is a country town where people come t
stay for the summer. It is a very pretty place, I ca
assure you. Back of Larkspur, that is, 'way back, their
are some dense woods, and in those woods there ar
little brown bears who sometimes chase the deer so fa
down that they come in sight of the hotel veranda. On
evening, when almost everybody was eating dinner,
gentleman who sat at the table next to ours suddenly
turned round, and said in an excited tone of voic<
Harry, Harry! (that is my brother's name), "here'
one; there 's a deer! Of course that brought nearly
everybody to the window; some saw it, and some did n'l
I am not sure whether Harry saw it or not. But I knoi
I did n't, for the call was addressed to Harry, and
waited a minute or.two, and when I did go it was gone
Last summer- I was n't here then, but this is wha
I was told a bear was chasing a deer, and, when h
lost sight of him, he came down as far as the hotel, an
actually walked up the stairs, on to the veranda, an
seeing the drawing-room window open, got up on hi
hind legs and looked in the window and scared everybody
there. I am glad I was not there; are not you ?
I wish to be remembered to ST. NICHOLAS all m
life. Yours truly, ETELKA W- .

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I like your magazine ver
much. I am ten years old, and live in Summerville
S. C., which is a short distance from Charleston. Sum
merville is such a pretty place; scattered all through
the woods are lovely homes. The birds are always sing
ing, and the air smells so sweetly of pines and differed
flowers that grow in the woods. Many people go fox
hunting, especially after it has rained.
Our goat is afraid of thunder and lightning, and cannc
bear to have it rain on him.
Your loving friend, CORNELIA C. W- .

- DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have taken you only since
SChristmas, and I like you very much.
We live in a city with a wall all round it, and where
we live now used to be an old Roman cemetery. In the
cellar of a house a few doors away from us, there is a
Roman tomb with a stone coffin.
We have some Gardens with a museum in them. I
have a sister, and her name is Ethel; she was ten in De-
Lr cember,and my name is Ellen, and I was twelve in August.
.s Yours sincerely, NELLIE A-.
e DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am a little girl ten years old.
n We have taken you ten years. When I was a baby my
i, sister read you, but when I was old enough I read you,
I have no pets except "Speckle," a hen. I have a
tricycle, and while I was riding around (when she was
little) she used to fly up on the back of it and ride around
with me. In one year-she laid two hundred and eigh-
teen eggs. If I have a handful of fresh pieces of meat,
it and I call Speckle, she will come running from quite a
o long way to me. Then I will hold a piece just out of
n her reach, and say, "Now, Speckle, sing real nice"; she
e will sing just as loud as she can, and then I will give her
e it. And so I make her sing for every piece. This is all
.r true.
e I remain your faithful reader,
e, -
t. DEAR ST. NICK: I am a Canadian boy, eleven years
w old. I have a private tutor, and two boys come over
I every day to have lessons with me, as I have no brothers,
Sand like it so much better when I have some one to study
tt with me. I like cricket in summer, and hockey in win-
e ter. I do not think I 'd like to live in countries where
d there is no winter, for, in my opinion, the cold season is
d byfar the jolliest part of the year. I think "Jack Ballis-
s ter's Fortunes" is a great story. Mother likes "Toi-
y nette's Philip" better; she says it is a sweet tale. But
the hero was n't much of a boy, Winter-my chum-
y and I agree; but, as you must see, we have read it, or
we would not have been able to say what we think about
him. I don't think there is a thing in any of your pages
that I have not read at least twice-" Toinette's Philip,"
too. Lilybel" was a jolly little kid. And now I must
y say good-by. I am yours very truly,

it DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have taken you only a little
-over a year. A year's subscription was given me by my
sister, and I liked it so much that she gave me another
it one this year.
I was very much interested in "The Last of the
'Kearsarge,' because the ship's cook gave my father a


large copper spike, two or three buttons, and a cartridge
from the ship, and also a piece of the reef on which it
was wrecked.
I graduated from the grammar-school last week, and
I expect to go to a high school in September.
Your loving reader, HERBERT A. S- .

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am eleven years old. I have
been taking you only since last October, but I have en-
joyed reading you since then. Some one I love very
dearly sent you to me for a Christmas present.
I have always lived in America, and I was afraid that
when we (Mama and I) came here, I should have to give
you up; but I saw a copy of you in a shop-window, and
Mama inquired, and found I could have you each month,
and I am so glad, as we shall live here a year. I go to
school, and am learning to speak and write in German,
and am taking piano-lessons. I think this is a beautiful
country; but I would rather live in Boston. I have no
brother or sister. Mama and I are quite alone. I think
"Toinette's Philip" is one of the prettiest stories I ever
read. I have a book, Lady Jane," by the same writer,
which I think lovely. Any little girl that likes pretty
stories ought to read it. Mama has promised, if I keep
my copies of you nice, that she will each year have them
bound for me. Your faithful reader,

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: There are five children in our
family, two boys and three girls. We take you and
Puck" and "Judge," and when any of them is brought
by the postman, the person who first cries one gets
it first to read, and the one who says two" has it next,
and so forth. Only sometimes Papa says "one and a
half" after somebody else has said "two" or "three,"
-etc. Papa is a lawyer.
We have a dog (an Irish setter) named Limerick";
he does lots of tricks. We have two cats, and they play
with the dog, and sometimes scratch him so hard that he
yelps. I play on the violin and have been taking lessons
about six years, but not steadily, as I have to go into
Milwaukee to take lessons. My music-teacher used to
play first violin in the Theodore Thomas orchestra.
Every one in our family plays some instrument, and we
have nice times playing together. I am thirteen years
old, and have never been to school except to visit. I
have always studied at home. A long life to you, ST.
NICHOLAS, and a happy one, is the wish of your loving
friend, MARION EVA R--.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have taken you ever since I
was ten .years old, and I shall be fourteen the coming
month. I always look forward to the time when your
next number will come. I am very fond of reading, and
read a great deal.
I live on the Columbia River. My father is a salmon-
canner. He is the first one ever on the Columbia, and
he sends his fish to New York. He got the gold medal
from Queen Victoria at the fish exhibit in London, for the
best canned salmon. He used to be a hunter before he
went into the canning business.
I hunt with him often now. Last fall I shot a bear.
I am very fond of hunting. I have a rifle of my own,
and practise shooting a good deal. I row too. In fact,
I am a regular Western girl. I have a pony and a gray-
hound. Papa has an Irish setter, two bear dogs, and
seven or eight deer-hounds. We keep two cows.
We live in a beautiful place. There is a cliff, where
the eagles used to build their nests, about 300 feet high,

150 yards back of our house, and aladder and steps to go
up it. -There is a beautiful view from the top. All kinds
of fruits grow here, and the woods are full of flowers.
Three years ago we went East, and the people there
seem to have an idea that we have to go around armed
here all the time to protect us from the Indians; but that
is not so. There are plenty of half-civilized Indians, but
they are not dangerous, although they are very supersti-
tious. My father can talk the Indian jargon. He came
to California in 1853, across the Isthmus of Darien.
Of course, living in such a place as we do, where
there is nobody but Papa's employees and their families,
there is no school; so my sister and I have a governess.
She teaches a few other children too. I love my home
very much, and always hate to go away even for a few
days. As I sit here at my desk, in my room, I will try
to tell you what it looks like from my window, and what
sounds I hear. I see the river and the mountains on the
other side. Some trees hide part of the net-racks, but I
can see some of the men pulling their nets over them. I
can see a corner of our garden, and part of the dog-yard.
I hear the birds calling to each other. The cow-bells are
tinkling on the hill, and I hear the corks of the nets on
the net-racks. We have had a good many bear cubs
here to train the bear dogs, and they are lots of fun.
When ladies from the city come here, they scream and
are afraid of snakes and frogs and bugs. They think it
is dreadful because I pick them up. By the way, a snake
stuck its head up between two boards the other day, and
Papa shot its head off. He can hit the bull's-eye with
the rifle, standing on his head. I can hit a can thrown
up into the air, with my rifle.
I am afraid I am making my letter tiresome; because
of course no one is so interested in my home as I am.
Well, I hope you will print this, because I want the
Eastern girls to know how sweet the life of a Western
girl is. Your admirer, LOTTIE H- .

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have seen letters from nearly
every corner of the world in your "Letter-Box," but never
one from Kitchawan, and it is no wonder, for it always
seemed to me that Kitchawan must be somewhere near
the jumping-off place. It is a little country station about
forty miles from New York, and for all it is so out of the
way, it is a lovely country. Our home is on the top of
quite a high hill, and we have a beautiful view.
I want to tell you about a queer thing that happened
here. For several mornings we heard a bird singing
which had so many different notes that we could not
make out what it was; after watching for a while, how-
ever, we discovered that it was a cat-bird who was build-
ing right by the house. Papa says they are sometimes
called American mocking-birds.
I was very much interested in the article on "Ancient
Musical Instruments," in the May number of the ST.
NICHOLAS, and I do think it is the most splendid maga-
zine that ever was published.
I am ever your admiring reader,

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: As I saw so many letters in
your Box," I thought I would write also to tell you how
much I like your magazine. We live in Cannes in the
winter, and like it very much. It is a very pretty place,
with its palm-trees and roses; north and east of it are
the Alpes Maritimes; west are the mounts of the Esterel,
which, though not high, are very beautiful, and on the
south lies the blue Mediterranean. I ride a great deal
when in Cannes and enjoy it more than anything else in
the world. We are now in Paris, and I hope soon to go to



the palace of the Louvre, for it contains many fine paint-
ings and statues of the old and modern masters, as well
as an Indian and Chinese museum that is very interest-
ing. Two years ago I went to Berne after spending the
summer on the lake of Geneva. Berne is a very queer
old town. The principal street extends from one end of
the place to the other, and has low arcades on each side
of it, with funny colored fountains from time to time.
One of these fountains represents a man with a gun,
and by his side is a tiny bear, also holding a gun as bears
are on the coat of arms of this city, and they have quite
a number of them in a large pit. The cathedral has
some very beautiful stained glass and a lovely organ.
When I was in Florence, Papa took me to Galileo's
tower, from which one has a lovely view of the city and
its surrounding hills. Galileo lived there and has left
many interesting relics, among which are a few queer old
globes and a strange map with, ships and fishes drawn
all over it. We hope to go back to our house in Amer-
ica, and I am very glad, for my home is there, and nearly
all my friends are there, too.
Hoping to see this letter printed, I remain with much
love, Yours sincerely, NINA EVELYN B- .

WE take pleasure in printing the following extracts
from a letter recently received from one of our con-
tributors now in Peru. The writer, Olive Otis," gave
our readers in the April ST. NICHOLAS a sketch of Mrs.
C. V. Jamison, the author of "Toinette's Philip," and
of "Lady Jane."

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: Peru is the very opposite
of our own progressive and bustling country, yet it pos-
sesses many picturesque and interesting features. It is
entirely Spanish in language, manners, and customs, and
is an interesting study to any one fond of anything in-
tensely exotic. Callao is considered the finest part on the
Pacific, and is a city of 35,000 inhabitants, and is seven
miles distant from Lima, the capital, a city of Ioo,ooo
people. Two lines of railway connect the two cities,
and trains, to and fro, run at frequent intervals. The
railways are in excellent order, and trains are well man-
aged. The highest railway in the world is the line from
Lima to Oroya, 149 miles, over the Andes. It was the
work of an American, Henry Meiggs, who, in building
this aerial railway, accomplished one of the most wonder-
ful engineering feats in the world.
The products of Peru are sugar, the land producing as
many as 9,000 pounds to the acre, and cotton; the latter
is planted every seven years and grows on trees. Col-
ored cotton is one of the curiosities, the plants producing
white, red, yellow, and black.
All of the temperate fruits, and many strange tropical
varieties, grow freely here, and fruits and vegetables are
perennial. The finest strawberries in the world are
produced abundantly. Flowers of every variety are in

great abundance, and for five cents, United States money,
a large bouquet can be bought in the plaza or market.
This is a rainless region, and the crops, fruits, etc.,
are produced by irrigation. Though clouds and fogs
sometimes prevail, never a drop of rain falls. The ther-
mometer rarely rises above 80o, or sinks below 60o; sum-
mer begins in December and ends in April, and the
severest months of cold are July and August.
Trusting this brief sketch may prove of some interest
to you,
I remain, yours cordially,
(" Olive Otis.")

I AM twelve years old, and these verses are the first I
have ever written. I hope you will print them.


FROM the gates of morning springing,
Light and gladness with him bringing,
All the birds in chorus singing,
Comes the sun.
Night's dark shadows fade away,
Rose tints lighten up the gray;
With the first faint light of day,
The stars fade, one by one.

O'er the village, sleeping still,
O'er the dark of yonder hill,
O'er the river, o'er the rill,
The sunbeams creep.
The lilies, in their robes of white,
Stand smiling upward in the light;
Beside them, dewy from the night,
The violets sleep.

Earth is waking, fresh and fair,
Morning sweetness in the air,
In all the world there seems no care,
Sorrow flees with night.
Radiant day is ruling now,
Nature at her feet doth bow,
And softly places on her brow
A crown of light.
Vora French.

WE thank the young friends whose names follow for
pleasant letters received from them: Cyril N. I., Mary
B., Elizabeth F., Rebecca C., Shirley N. C., Virginia B.,
Charles McK., Hilda M., Scott McN., P. P., E. M. M.,
Annie M. A., Grace V., Beth B., Edith Van F., Gethel
G., George R., Georgia D., Anna C. G., Hayward W.,
A. L. M., Helen R. H., Berton B.



DOUBLE CENTRAL ACROSTIC. Centrals, R. W. Emerson and CUBE. From I to 2, prairie; I to 3, preface; 2 to 4, eclipse; 3 to
Minnesota. Cross-words: I. chaRMing. 2. redWIngs. 3. de- 4, educate; 5 to 6, edifice: 5 to 7, epitome; 6 to 8, elector; 7 to 8,
fENder. 4. priMNess. 5. carEEned. 6. aveRSion. 7. conSOled. empower; I to 5, pine; 2 to 6, edge; 4 to 8, ever; 3 to 4, else.
8. shoOTing. 9. furNAces. DIAMOND. I. C. 2. Car. 3. Camel. 4. Red. 5. L.
NUMERICAL ENIGMA. "Often the cockloft is emptyinthosewhom CROSS-WORD ENIGMA. Leviathan.
nature hath built many stories high." QUADRUPLE ACROSTIC. From i to 9, Bonaparte; o1 to x8, Glad-
UNITED STATES PUZZLE. United, unite, you, yew, ewe, knighted, stone; 19 to 27, Hawthorne; 28 to 36, Edgeworth.
knight, night, nigh, eye, aye, I, states, state, stay, eight, ate, a. From I to io, boring; 2 to is, ordeal; 3 to 12, nebula; 4 to 13,
CHARADE. History. aboard; 5 to 14, pampas; 6 to 15, abrupt; 7 to 16, rococo; 8 to 17,
DIAMONDWITHIN A SQUARE. Square: Yeast 2. Eager. tartan; 9 to i8, emerge.
DIAOND WITHIN A SQUARE. Square: Yeast. 2. Eager From o to sg, Goojah; 1i to 20, lamina; r2 to 21, Andrew; 13
3. Agile. 4. Selma. 5. Tread. to 22, decant; 14 to 23, search; 15 to 24, Toledo; 16 to 25, orator;
MISPLACED NUMBERS. Wonder, tutor, three-ply, foretell, sick- 17 to 26, nation; 18 to 27, elapse.
spell, atwist, nine-pins, tenon, a tea-cup. From 19 to 28, haggle; 20 to 29, avowed; 21 to 30, waking; 22
CENTRAL ACROSTIC. PILLORY. Cross-words: a. maPle. 2. knife. to 31, tongue; 23 to 32, Harrow; 24 to 33, Oporto; 25 to 34, rancor;
3. fiLth. 4. duLse. 5. prObe. 6. coRps. 7. loYal. 26 to 35, naught; 27 to 36, enough.
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I. THE heroine of one of Shakspere's plays. 2. A
constellation named after a celebrated hunter of Greek ALL of the words described contain the sae nm ber
mythology. 3. A ceremony. 4. Part of a boot. 5. A of letters. When rightly guessed, and placed one below
prmythoslog. A leteremony. 4.H Par N F E. another, the first row of letters will spell a word meaning
prA to separate; the middle row, to rise; and the last row,
CROSS-WORDS: I. To incapacitate. 2. Subterfuge.
IN the accompanying illustration the names of seven 3 A dense mass of trees or shrubs. 4. Opposed. 5. A
common flowers are pictorially expressed. Which seven long, narrow table on which goods are placed for exami-
are they ? nation. 6. Retards. H. W. E.


I 'M sometimes long, and sometimes round;
My native place is in the ground;
I wear a coat of royal red,
To little folks I am a dread;
'T is not because of strength or might,--
It 's worse than that; I sometimes bite/


THE letters represented by stars spell the surname of
a famous scientist born in 1820.
CROSS-WORDS: I. A storm. 2. A word which has
the same meaning as another word. 3. A military offi-
cer. 4. Pertaining to the world. 5. Sobriety of de-
meanor. 6. Contrary to law. 7. A small European
bird of the plover family. DE WITT C. L.





*i .X

I. IN deed. 2. A pronoun. 3. A Scriptural proper
name. 4. Drawn from. 5. Ran. 6. A color. 7. In
INCLUDED DIAMOND: I. In deed. 2. A feminine
name. 3. To extract. 4. A unit. 5. In deed.
F. S. F.

I. 1. PERTAINING to one of the poles. 2. Od. 3. A
kind of harp much used by the ancients. 4. Active and
watchful. 5. Quiets. E. W. w.


TWENTY-THREE precious stones and minerals are
concealed in the following story. Which are they?
I am in Mexico, that land of jewels,-truly named, if.
turquoise skies and sapphire streams can make it so.
My host has a native wife, fat, indolent, so pale and
listless one might think her always asleep but for her
continual consumption of cigarettes and chocolate. She
uses little sponge-cakes (dry as a dining-car bun) clev-
erly to dip up this beverage; and to see her eat it thick
with sugar nettles me She shows an ephemeral delight.
in yards of chamber, lawn, or linen, and a work-basket

S ALL the
scribed coi
Ssame n
S rightly gues
placed o
order he
the central row
reading downws
spell the name o
acter in a novel b
2. Enduring. 3.
A pattern of e:
5. Transit from
to another. 6.
liberally. 7. Sid
8. A physician.
reel. MI

TRANSPOSE the first and last letters of one word to
form another word. Example: Transpose serious and
make dresses. Answer: S-obe-r, r-obe-s.
I. Transpose brought up, and make more precious.
2. Transpose to drive away, and make spoke brokenly.
3. Transpose corrected, and make one who gives by will.
4. Transpose a hollow place, and make to watch.
5. Transpose to gather, and make a kind of fruit.
6. Transpose a bar of wood, and make the couch of a
wild beast. H. W. ELLIS.

I. I. A FEMININE name. 2. To dwell. 3. A loon.
4. A feminine name. 5. Before.
II. I. To hold a session! 2. Geometrical lines. 3. A
passage by which an inclosed place may be entered.
4. Very small. 5. A pen. "SAMUEL SYDNEY."




TL sits beside "
OSTIC. her, but she uses -l ,,
words de- this utensil very seldom.
itain the The twins, Zaidee and Xavier,
umber of she utterly neglects; and the -
; when husband is looking old and
sed, and disappointed. The children -
ne below appear loving and generous;
in the they succor all beggars, and stray
re given, dogs and cats.
of letters, Eyes of jet, marble-white skins,
ard, will and golden curls make them very
f a char- beautiful; but if they approach this
y Charles unnatural mother with caresses, it is
"Thou givest me an agony, Xavier";
I. Heavy. or, "Go to Pa, Zaidee. Why rub
Fact. 4. your hot hands on me?-" Yesterday
excellence. they went up the mountain hunting
one place wild hyacinths, and stayed late. In
Bestows the light of the moon, stones glit-
e by side. tered like jewels, and in search of
9. To supposed treasures they wandered
MSEY." far. Rough cactus tore their hands
and brought blood. Stones bruised
their little feet, and finally, by accident, they clambered
through the thicket and discovered a gate which led into
their own premises. They reached home at midnight,
Finding the father wild with anxiety, and the mother
asleep. When roused, she called Zaidee an animal, a
chit, even a cat! and asked: "How came thy starched
shirt so limp, Xavier?"-and fell asleep again! Such
indifference so aggravates me I find I am on dangerous
.ground here, and dear as are the father and children, I
am on the eve of departure. L. E. JOHNSON.


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